Anonymous (1993)

Amidst the smile seeking scared,
Anonymous lingers bewildered;
Singed by the fires of uncertainty,
Shying from defining self an entity.

Fiscal pressures or moment’s interest,
Plagued by activity none too sure of,
Psychological integrity seeks the best,
And the world, so strange, to dorn or doff.

Anon’s biography lies undedicated
To parents, their tears. Or abandoned life,
To Eros who caresses, yet aloof instead,
To self who alone cares, or to life, this strife.