I am no one.
I am a stranger in the crowd,
you won’t get a second look at my face.
I am just another person on the train with sleepy eyes,
Tired of dragging myself through the course of the day.
When you find yourself on an unknown street,
I am the silhouette seen through the blurred windows,
hazy and unrecognizable to the passers-by.
You run into someone while crossing a road,
your eyes on some distant prize,
and you mumble an apology, I do too.
I am no one;
I am everyone.