Out walking the other day, I thought of how luxurious it is to be anonymous, if only for a for an hour. To be completely unknown, unseen, and unheard. To escape the sometimes overwhelming pressure of attention that must be paid to the overlord of responsibility. Sigh. Taking a simple walk on a nice, fall day feels like heaven. Listen to my heart.
I disappear in increments
too small for any instrument to see;
Afraid to make a run for it
thinking of all that I would leave
On occasional days I vacate my life
pretending to be elsewhere.
It’s easier to handle stress and strife
when I can numb the screaming fear
The phrase “Getting away”
takes on new meaning
when you’re forced
not quite against your will.
It’s just that still, sometimes,
after all these years
I whisper-wish I were Nobody
in a deep-blue knee-length hoody,
a shadow on someone’s lawn
where I could sleep ’til dawn
before going home where I must belong.