The Bottle Poem by Wolf the poet

There is always a curse in isolation
It leaves doubt and invites meditation
Our minds become fragile we think of levitation
This existence and reality needs correction
I am not wrong in having this notion and bringing forth this motion

This term called intelligence
It has doubts yes and a bunch of question marks
Intelligent people tend to fend for themselves
Always in solitude in a very high magnitude
They always have this attitude
Brought about by missing opportunities

Most people find themselves trapped in a bottle
Always controlled and driven like cattle
The bottle in this case is a metaphor
The bottle of self doubt
The bottle of poverty brought about by a divided mind

A lot of educated fellows find employment from their uneducated counterparts
A genius trapped in a bottle
They toil and get used till the end of times
A chain we should break

Open our eyes we must
If not we will all rust
And be forgotten at the same time rotten
Break that bottle and step on those shards
Get your life back and join the pack