Living In a Bottle
Encased in glass I sit,
nothing but a mound of sand.
My bottle tilted, in a pit,
it smell like some cheap liquir brand.
A cork in the top, that I can't free,
no matter how hard I try.
If only I could escape, and see the world's glee,
I would fall to my knees and yell to the sky.
Here I stay, in my bottle of glass,
waiting for someone, something, to help me.
But nobody cares, they all just pass,
forever in my bottle, is where I'll be.
10/14/09
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