What happens when you forget or don't want to pay your house's rent, morgage, and utilities?
You hide inside...but one day you must open the door to the landlord.

I had not a signal on my door but
anyway to my house you came,
to me that had not thought of you,
to me, a nobody ignored by many.

Millions of houses to look in,
and yet you had to choose mine,
when out there were worthy children
and I was only the most rejected one.

I never could be a flower in oases,
just a thorn with pain so attached
that fingers wouldn’t caress me
and where to, the foot would watch.

My name was forgotten and yet
you knew it or so I understand,
opening my door and you was there
as you had been there all this time.

Many knocks in that wooden thing
which from the world keep me apart,
I asked, “who are you?” and you said,
“I am the Almighty, Landlord of your life”