The Bottle

 

From out of a bottle

comes not a genie

but a cloud arises

as a fog to the mind

A hazy perspective is formed

as illusions are created

a temprament is tainted

The bottle is replenished

fog and mists do envelope

an abstract control is formed

which distorts and damages

even others about

Put the genie back inside

reseal the bottle

breathe a creative air

take on a new life

It´s not too late