My heart yearned to know if I had a creator
and how do I find him/her.
If anybody else yearned like me,
they never spoke a word about it.
So one night in secret,
I sat in the moonlight, in the house,
And asked the mythical creature
who was embroidered onto a pillow,
“Do you also wonder
Who Made You?
I can’t help you find your creator,
and you can’t help me find mine,
But at least we can understand each other.”
Sometimes we have to invent a friend.