blob of paint

Did you ever think youre a blob of paint,
That dripped from the brush of god
While he stood on his stepladder
Creating something else?

and you splashed into existence
Completeley unannounced
Landed in a random place
shaped like no-one else?

And no-one knows why you appeared
And why he left you like you are,
Why he never painted you a life
And never cleaned you up?

And why some spashes happen,
Why some are wiped away
And why some look so beautiful
That he let them stay?