It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds...

If I could take a moment
and put it in a jar,
I'd hold it tight with knuckles white,
so closely to my heart.

If I could catch a memory
and hide it in the sea,
I'd place it beneath the waves so deep,
where only I could be.

If I could take a picture
of time as it passed by,
I'd hang those photos from the clouds,
so they'd stretch across the sky.

If I could take a lifetime
and spend it in this day,
I'd cherish every single second
before it slipped away.