Read me aloud; I dare you to do it.
You’re racing the clock; you went right through it.
You missed all the meaning; you missed all the flair.
You just have to pause; it’s there, everywhere.
Read me again; I want to be there.
There is something missing; there’s buzz in the air.
There’s something more coming; there’s more to feel.
There’s comprehension; but truth is what’s real.
Read me with glee; I crave attention.
Without it I weep; without lacks tension.
Without it my zest fades; without it all dies.
Without it life wilts; empty plains, white lies.