We\'re in between a frustrated artist wiping his canvas clean, a writer crumpling a bad idea,
a musician erasing that elusive composition that just can\'t quite be captured.
We\'re all a brush stroke on an unfinished painting, a word in a story without an ending,
a note within a symphony which just never seems to be right...
Who we were, created what we are now, which creates what we\'ll be tomorrow...
Holy shit, I think I\'m channeling Billy Mays on a higher plane!
He must have sold himself to God!