A Bottle

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.