What if I lock all my thoughts in a ziplock
Will they converse with each other
and share their thoughts
Will they clash and trash each other, to be out or just let each other be
and grow new skin-words as they sprout
Who will survive will it be the wise
the thick skinned, the resilient who has weathered a few storms
or the ones who are jumpy at the sight of the weevil inside
Each of them with an experience unique, destined to coexist
Some felt confined, the others embraced their fate with grace, their life in a ziplock
Waiting and wanting to sprout