Open Me

tie a string around your finger
so you never forget
always remember to be

waiting in vain
for a mystery in my own mind
to have a clear and sunny day

set your timepiece
align it with mine before the battery dies
or something else does

I hate the ticking
but can't give up the time
I crave

like caramel sauce on ice cream or chocolate or
simply a chance to finally breathe
it's all the same it seems

pieces of fragments
wasted, stolen, borrowed and killed
its all been done

be original, unique
a first time for most things
take a look and see

I’m present, right here, because
I don’t want to be wasting me
somewhere else

on unworthy recipients
of a priceless masterpiece
wrapped in intrigue

just a reminder

time isn't really ever free

a brief privilage, not an eternal right

to be abused and forgotten

tossed casually out to sea

for someone else to retrieve

give the string a tug

pull ever so gently

that string wrapped around your finger . . .

a gift to you from me