((Hello there again, well, if you haven't guessed by the video linked up there; this is a Doctor Who themed poem. Sorta. Well, maybe not. Well, I guess you could say so. Well, I don't really know. Never heard the theme before. But from what the instrumentals feel like with the vibrations, this is for the Tardis. All who leave it. Maybe you can sense the undertones of other comparisons. Enjoy.))

In the back of your head
Deep deep down
Way in the back of your head
Is a Box.
Quite a lovely little thing (bigger on the inside),
When you want to remember, it always goes ding.
It isn't full of rocks
It's full of memories
That always seem so very extraordinary.
We treasure the times big or small
We try to hold on to them
But can never hold them all.
Whether tears down with gravity's haste
Or a brilliant smile, covering that broken face
We store it in the box.
The box full of memories and not of rocks.
The memory from a box.