Container

I need a container,

     to collect all the dust,

     from unrestrained thinking,

     like unquenchable lust;

I need a container,

     where fears can be stored,

     secured and respected,

     then tossed overboard;

I need a container,

     for an image I keep,

     a memory forgotten,

     it got buried too deep;

I need a container,

     for celestial dreams,

     where broad aspirations,

     yield frustrating screams;

Here's my container,

     where it's all on display,

     for my pencil and paper,

     time gets out of my way.