Our minds are filled with bottles.

In the bottle are ideas, beliefs, answers we have yet to unfasten.

In it is the dictator of our inner debacles,

It is also the fufillment of passion

In the bottle is a quench of thirst.

It drians us with knowledge.

The drunkeness is a blessing and a curse;

To digest the drink is a real challenge.

Only some are inwardly strong enough to open the cap.

While others are too intimidated,

Who believe it's all just a bottle of sap,

But instead are narrow-minded.

It is He who gave us the power to comprehend,

But only a few are open to understand.