I humble mumble
I speak to you in a slow rhythm, the one that doesn't tell you like it is but tells you how you want it heard. Where is your progress?
Its buried beneath my tongue, in my belly and by the end of the day will leave me.
I humble mumble and then eventually I toss and tiff.
And then indiff.
You should want it more than I want it. You should make me feel your want and make it greater than the sum of your parts.
Be spiritual and break my humble mumble.