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