Never took to reveal a look in face book
Not followed for my chatter on twitter
Nothing fancy on my cam for Instagram
And those green double ticks steal my kicks

Venturing in a different spectrum as I may
One where you write what you want to say
And scroll it up in a gentle way
Tie it neatly so it won’t unfold
In a way that in a wrap it would hold
They who would have to read have to unwind
Both oneself and what they have been told.

The birds would carry my message
Wafting through a gentle voyage

Don't box me in a pigeon hole,
I prefer a pigeon world