Anonymous Wanderer

The roads are clogged.

I am on my way home. I wish,

I were an anonymous wanderer, 

moving from place to place, unknown

to the world, unknown to myself, without

any thirst for seeking Identity.

Maybe.. maybe then, I could reconstruct

myself allover again.

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