Bottled Up

I feel like a genie in a bottle drifting on the breast of the sea bottled up inside being brushed from tide to tide no one can see me by no chance they'll free me These tears can't cry in this place no space,the nights seem so long as I drift farther and farther from home I hope to approach land and be rescued by the feet that walks the sand If that is not the plan I'll drift farther and farther away and remain a genie in a bottle display.