Time

Don't expect a kiss
or a phone call
like a grave expects a body
and don't expect me to touch you
or caress you
like a watch needs to be wind
I'm permanently out of time
and you're temporarily out of touch

I was once expected to be home on time
to call
to take a test and pass
to not complain
to listen to others
to do
to undo
to fly to Florida
to move to a new Country
to get a job
to buy a ring
to be nice
to be polite
to pay my bills
to be ransacked by taxes
to shut up
turn the volume down
to fuck you
and to pick up the tab
...but I've grown up
I got my headphones
to not listen to you
I'm at an undisclosed location
to not see you
I am me
the magician
the sorcerer
the poet
the Faustus
the romeo
he who uses gravity and Gräfenberg
in the teeter-totter of love
I'm your master
as long as I wish to be
you must learn to give it all
and expect nothing
otherwise you will run out of love
before you run out of time
and the clock is ticking