Bottle

like a bottle contains substace our mind cointains feelings

we dont usually feel much
we say we're fine
we smile and nod.

But in the night
in bed, we think of,
what is of our lives?

We aren't satisfied
we are incompetent
we struggle.

And so like a bottle
we can hold something
but it can also break.

The next day starts
you're fine
you smile and nod

Life can be dull
it loses its purpose
and even the meaning

Why are we here?
what are doing?
where are we going?