Anonymity

I could see myself in New York City.
I could see myself anywhere really.
To be honest, I could see myself anywhere
anonymity thrives.

After a piece of you dies
and is replaced by an overwhelming need to grow,
move,
and meet
an endless amount of people,
you need to discover yourself over and over again;
Reinvent yourself over and over until you become an enigma.

–Is this my goal?–

To become a new person so much so I can no longer be figured out? So that I can no longer figure myself out?

I guess that when the part of you dies
The part that you thought had defined
who you had been,
had determined
/stifled/
limited who you had been before,
you become liberated.
Liberated to become the person
you were always meant to be.

Tags: anonymity, comingofage, growing, lostandfound, searching, wandering