If only you would say your name, we could settle this bet that I swear I never shook.
Demanding my time in clouds of gray and pointed white, you know we would both do better if you would tell me what you are up to.
I could give you the needed attention and time, we could plot and plan, we could play and dance, then I could use the rest of the time for myself. While I have promised you many times that I’d use it to check in on you, I can’t right now only because you are withholding your name.
You get me every time when you sit and yell, its gibberish I am told and now I have to tell. Words of disorder, nonscience, intrusive noise, and beeps.
Take my stance as you wish but I am the best to befriend, the best to call for help. Although that be the case, I am the worst partner in your crime, I won’t hitch you a ride. I want to live, I want to explore. I keep telling you that but you have taken those words initially and admittedly teased me with false exploration. Taking away any true value, I want to take it back from you, but I know what that’s like. So I beg you to tell me your name only because I’m scared of what I do not know, and let us lay this box of scenic puzzles on the table and work on it together.