A notebook is a continuation of one's vast imagination

Like the grandeur of mountains majesty.

It is where the overflow of the mind flows

When it is not on our lips or our tongue.

A notebook is a blank canvas

With those built in blessed painted canvas mountains,

An empty road map

Waiting to be filled with vehicles.

A writing tool

But far more than just a writing tool.

It's a pity that I don't have one.

Or maybe I'd write a poem about it.