I came from a bottle,
a small one where nothing happens.
Outside,
I can watch the waves on the beach,
the sun rising from the east,
a friendship turn to hate,
a bad choice, a sword cut a stranger,
a mistake which leads to death,
a life leave for the stupidest reason.
For as long as I remember I just wanted to do what was right,
I guess I'm not quite sure what that is anymore.
I see the world how it is,
but for some reason,
my experience means nothing,
my knowledge is powerless.
I'm a laboratory experiment,
everything's special about me,
but I came out of a bottle,
and I will die in it.
The walls will keep my sterile body,
so even in death my life will be meaningless.
I am trapped in my bottle, but what use is there in leaving.
All I have is my bottle.