In God I don't trust

If there is a god
Why can’t I see him
Wouldn’t he want to remedy
My atheist foot prints

His creation I am
With a spring in my step
Dance with the devil
Who’s to stop me

My creator
So bashful
Shroud of invisibility
Yearn to speak
Brazen Inability

I epitomize my ground
Again I wait
But he is nowhere to be seen
This was perhaps a mistake

My towel is thrown in
Alone I stand
Should I blindly comply
No way Jose…
He knows where I am!