Bottled

Bottled up Or broken free I have yet to follow up On what's meant to be

A wind can knock down a mountain And never move me If things were as clear as the fountain Sun light would never be

A shadow falls on pain But moves to hate I run around in the rain Because I cannot open the gate

Bottled in me Or broken free I have yet to see What's meant to be

By: Mika Buell July 12, 2001 1:15 a.m.

Inspired by: This one is me. If you don't understand the whole poem, then you don't know me.