Anonymous

I am as free as a bird
A fish off of the hook
A man without a word 
Or a world that will look
I escape this prison they call by name
Fearing of the position we all are to blame
When loneliness remains in vain to explain
I am no longer here with fear
My chain remains plastic and weird
I am singular without a home or tear
And your clutches only make it clear
To go it alone away from your grasp
I have no judgments to judge at last 
I am anonymous
Autonomous
It is me who is free
Can you be like me
Without any need?
My mind is kind
Like a fortress
My body is a book 
If you look
My head wraps around this world which is shook
Down to the ground like my soul gets mistook
Around the sound of my whole individual
My name is unashamed as I remain 
A residual of anonymous
Conspiring to retire
The mystery is a man without a title
And tomorrow borrows the sorrow of fame
To entitle my ways as I  recite and complain
The fact is I act as though it is all okay
When really I feel always to stay
Anonymous