here is where the story is unfolding where you find your mind to be bleak once you have opened your mind and molded what was once the very thing you seek having not but one chance at glory and making choices extremely carefully you find that if you open your mind that you can once again recover time memory is not but time in a jar and opening the jar with damp hands is hard but once the jar is unscrewed and free then you can finally rest with me inside this place you sometimes hate but you still find a way to stay while only people talk to you you do more than most people do I love your sweet memory in my head and long for a wish to be granted but only in my memory do I hold what seeds you once have planted