What's Up Doc? I Need a Watch

I don't know if it's because I can't get the links in my watch removed so I can finally wear it appropriately or if it's because it glitters within the contours of my bag looking for a ticking doctor to cure it; but I am craving time. Time on my wrist, to rest between my bones, above my veins and allow everything to join in together. A statue of in sync, my being is perplexed. But in actuality I think it's the cruel timing of watch doctors and their timing for fixing my watch. (..can I bill my nine to five for watch fixes, I've got to ditch early and get the hands on me, stat..)