Escape

Life is a bottle full of liquid.
Inside flows
knowledge
personality
soul.
But the liquid is easily
manipulated
by others.
Give it a shake.
It sloshes around.
Talk to it.
Vibrations stir the surface.
Shift near it.
It is disturbed.
But even if you stand perfectly still
Ignore it.
Do not touch it.
Maybe even walk
away from it.
The surface of the substance
still moves.
It twitches
cringes
shivers
convulses.
Wanting to escape
the clutches
of its name.
Yet trapped
in its walls.
Capped in silence.
Motionless.
And yet it moves.
Making us wonder.
Should it be full
or empty?