The top unscrewed
Cinnimon wafts from the bottle
Ahh the sweet scent of fading troubles
Painless temporary bliss
Nothing matters
No war
Death
Sickness
Poverty
Sadness
Only happiness
Floating on a big puffy cloud
With every tingly drink I wonder
At the bottom of this bottle
Is there an answer?
Something to cure all I feel?
Gulp after gulp my spirit soars
But as the sweet liquid stops flowing
At the bottom of the bottle
Is nothing
No glowing cure-all
Nor rosy happy dreams
Only emptiness

Thats why they say, you can never find the answers in a bottle. Only the Man upstairs can give you the answers.

I don't know, some of the people I know come up with some pretty good answers. Seek and ye shall find is where you're headed though, I'm thinkin' there's merit there too, just depends on your perspective.........

I can't offer a cure-all (((((Princess))))), but I will always share a hug or my bottle, whichever is needed most

aww well thank u no