that needs to grow,
Yet you secretly wish I wasn’t so fast,
And I wish I wasn’t so slow.
So in essence, I became your muse.
Or so I thought.
I’m simply amusement to you.
So now it’s a selfish brawl,
In which we started walking before we crawled.
You use me to sharpen your saw,
& I’m left with the indignant features
Of a broken law.