I feel like a genie in a bottle
drifting on the chest of the sea
bottled up inside
being brushed from tide to tide
no one can see me
by no chance they'll free me
these tears can't cry
in this place,no space
the nights seem so long
as I drift farther and farther from home
I hope to approach land
and be rescued by the feet
that walks the sand
If that is not the plan
I'll drift farther and farther away
and remain a genie in a bottle display.