The Jar

I've been thinking lately about a lot of things.. there's been somethign that's come into my mind again and it's really eating away at me. I guess this is the only way I felt comfortable writing about it in the most abstract way I could, the theme of the story is pretty obvious but for some reason I feel like it's somehow disguised?

“The Jar”

I’m captivated by this Jar,
I want to know what’s inside.
There is no label, no clues at all,
Will I like what’s in there after all?

It’s a lovely shape,
And made of the finest glass.
I should have hung onto it,
When I had the chance

I wonder what’s inside it now.
I can only wonder what it is,
It probably amazing,
Like nothing in this world

I can only hope what’s in there’s good for me,
And it doesn’t make me sick,
But that’s not something that bothers me,
I’d just love to say it’s mine

I’d take the best of care of it,
Polish it every day,
Let it know it’s one of a kind
And that will never fade

There will never be another like it,
No matter how many tell me so,
I used to know what was inside,
But it won’t open for me anymore.

I’ll always be captivated by this jar,
But all I can do is look.
I’ve been told it’s someone else’s now,
I can’t hold it in my hands.