Why am I not a known name?
Does obscurity bring me peace of mind?
Do I not wish to court fame?
In being unknown, do I happiness find?
Or is obscurity my cultivated mask,
To cover the yearnings of secret desire?
Do I not silently take myself to task?
Is this the conundrum of a dying fire?
Am I not happier being obscure?
Do I not cherish the freedom that’s mine –
To do what I please and more,
And not worry with whom I dine?
Am I not spared the rigours of fame,
To lead my life as I well please –
And remain obscure through life’s game,
To dance and whistle with the breeze?
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