The young stale memories of, play the role to your part. Librarian, find me the pole, the one that kicks your head in. To my own time, roll your own innocence by. Grab on to my sleeve, the one that grabs at your ankle. Debate to understand that we all have a flaw. Then fail to represent your life as you know it. God grant you one wish, to turn back the time. Correct and create, making sense of...