- Q.Montejo

There's one thing I realized today
And that is how people like making walls
Some thick as bricks, some built with
An infinite material of nothingness
I for one, felt the wall you put up
To keep a fool like me from getting near
But I also felt the walls I made myself
Against those who were doing the same for me
What a funny thing these imaginary things
It's intagible yet is impenetrable and dull
It's even made with mortar made of vacuum
Which can prevent words from reaching through

I touch the wall you built yourself for me
At least, I'm with something that belongs to you
I trace your name on the cold, uncaring surface
And with my inkless fingers, I wrote my name too