I have been in this very space a thousand times Feet pacing Mind racing Heart at a stand still God when will it matter!! That feeling you feel when Something spills Like red paint Splattered across a empty wall Then toss a sprinkle of black paint Added wit white lines Seems like a pattern of Design... Naw, more like lost soul Trapped in pain Covered in tracks of endless parallel Drowning in tears that stream my cheeks Like rain against a window Payne