It says it all doesn’t it? Open and find out what lies within. Come all you curious observers and no matter how you pry and sniff about, you will not find the contents. No scent from outside. I keep my gems carefully. Knock and you will find. I never said it is what you seek. It is what you thought you would find. And in the end, isn’t that the very nature of words? Come now, make haste, the clock ticks and you are sitting on the fence. Quite unpleasant I imagine. Painful even. Perhaps you should walk away. But wait. You will always wonder. What if? If, in your dying days, you may have wished you had more pluck. To find out those adventures you dearly seek. Never did. Here is your chance. Open. It is easy really. Just twist the handle and you will find I am accommodating. I don’t like the fence, like you, I too find that waiting can be exhaustive.