Walk in the woods
and be missed for the trees
Not a lone rose swaying proud
but one among the leaves many
Stroll in the street
and talk to anybody
not having to sweat
over gravity of content
Smile at any face
without purpose or premise
and laugh whole-heartedly
at my ignorant self
No sirens,
No paparazzi
Not even a last name
to last beyond me
The joy of anonymity,
the freedom of Nobody
Can never be matched
by any Somebody
Why would I trade
the cloak of invisibility
for the fetters of fame?
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