With pen and paper, I can squeeze my mind
Message in a bottle and hope they find it
With my small pen and a strip of paper
Like putting some apples in a wicker basket
I can write lists, stories, poems and musings
The stone fell into the water with a soft plop
So instead of forming dust being untouched
Why not share what’s on my mind?
Everyone does it and what’s the fuss?
In the city where everyone is welcome