When you're no one you could be anyone,
you could touch the world with eyes,
each pair with a different color.
You could talk to people and not be
perceived
you could talk to kings and still nothing
to be seen.
You're in the shadows
only known to you,
there's no one to disturb,
no one to intrude
It's just you, dressing up in roles,
and benath the layers
rests the hidden truth.
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