I stand in the middle of a room, round white walls
As its ricochets are driving me mad
For in this place my heart wishes for more
And I stay here in content, maybes or what if's
One more thing that will make me hopeful
Will I be tired so that I may leave?
Paint a picture or two so I see something else
Something that distracts me from nothing I see
If I paint my own creation, will it satisfy me?
I rummage in my pockets in panic
So that I may find some color
Racquel, Founder Artist's Square
~A Place Where Artists Go~