The Lost Magic Jar

It’s been lost for centuries,
As if in a coma.
And for the first time ever,
A courageous person stated “I’m gonna own ya!”
The glass goes cold:
As if in snow with no clothes.
The dust starts to join:
Ready to leap and escape the glass jar.
The lid suddenly shudders,
Like a half-powered car.

An unexpected journey begins to occur;
The anger bottled up inside.
Once the lid finally pops off,
A mixture of words swarm like bees:
“Why so long? Thanks man, but no thanks!”
With that outburst of rage,
The lid goes back on:
Leaving many to wonder,
Who is brave enough to open the lid
Of the magic, lost jar?