Paint

Destined to run the stairs of humanity and life...

   Was I to be destined racing the stairs forever? It's gotta suck. Oh yeah, you are asking me. Well it sure feels that way. Racing the stairs of humanity and life. Up and down . . . side to side . . . Around in circles . . . Going nowhere. Where is there anyway? It's certainly not over here. North . . . south. . . east . . . west . . . It all runs together, like paint down the drain if you clog it. Runs together to make that ugly brown color. I'd hate to feel it on my skin. All dirty and scratchy. Black covering the real silky white. Scratchy all over. Itching the red . . .

   It all runs. Runs together . . . like paint . . .

Author's Note

Chillin with my friend as I thought of this.
Constructive critism is welcome!!