Bottle

Ready for a call Blue light in your footprints Walking so politely Take a trip to the lake Try and reach the ocean You won’t look at my crooked neck You only look at the sky You can’t touch my golden hands You can only watch as I drown myself again A city underground, lit by the insects Drowned in shadows, submerged in the ocean Sneaking home at the end of the night Leaving trails of ice Take it from the ground, put it all in a bottle