Nowhere no one never
Not a day goes by when you don’t think
That a wall was put between you and the world.
Took your perspective. Banished you.
Not a morning goes by when you don’t swear
That today you will tear down this wall, and not an evening
When you don’t return torn down. Your revolt is meaningless.
There is no one who will grant you the security of an opposite.
Bricks are shifting alone, softly like hours.
They let you through, before the palm touched them.
Even though there is no other side, no other place.
You arrive nowhere and nothing holds you anywhere.
You are without a wall, where all this would end.
And your wall is nowhere no one never.
(The Book of Things)