I often wonder what it would be like
To mean nothing to somebody
I often wonder if it would be the same
As meaning everything to somebody.
Will the shield of dark shadows
Let my honest soul roam bear?
Will the warmth of a spotlight
Allow my bones to dare?
No happy memories for adhesive
No bitter tragedies to damage
No obligations, no justifications
No excuse of burden or baggage.
Will it offer a perspective so straight
Will it untangle my twisted ways
Will the removal of judgmental tomorrows
Ever make way for honest todays?
Sometimes the greatest strength
Sometimes the greatest insecurity
It comforts, and it cripples
How strange is anonymity.