Without batteries our minds control the times of all affairs, even if our watches aren't polished enough to stand out on someone else's wrist. Divinely ordained to only fit and represent the wrist that was once given as a gift. Take caution, what exactly is the risk of trying to time travel with someone else's platinum piece that brings peace. You could never properly tell the time when something is not yours and it's mines. So I never minded when the most sought after time piece in the world constantly got drooled over, I knew that I was forever the link that fitted to the carpal bones of timely passions. To my satisfaction, my reactions caused me to quickly fasten and frost my wrist up with precious stones of my imagination. Fascinated by the finished product in which me and my jeweler previously discussed, this was a time piece for the ages, this was love and not lust, this was patience, this was trust. Thieves schemed and plotted morning, noon, and night on how to take my very treasure away from me, not even concerned with my purity, they just wanted what was mines, attempt after attempt just made my wrist even stronger to be able to floss such a piece and still wear it with humility because before the glam I was a once love-homeless-man and a romantic hopeless, I needed to get high and only her drugs would I ever consider to be raw dopeness, now I'm a fiend and I'm open, no more hoping and wishing. That idle time made me focus on the time that was made for me and her to unwind and rewind the brilliancy of our minds and to place the hands back on 7 on the dot, while we quartz our love all around our clocks while the watchmen gathered in envy to formulate a plan to crucify an innocent man, but time is timeless and the day quickly changed to night and he escaped yet another death plot. Qadar Dwon'