In shadows where no names are known,
A silent figure walks alone.
No gaze to meet, no past to tell,
A ghost beneath a fragile shell.
A whisper lost within the crowd,
A face unmarked, a head unbowed.
No tethered ties, no binding claim,
No story shaped by given name.
Freedom wears this hidden face,
A drifting soul in endless space.
No judgment cast, no heavy frameâ
No weight of praise, no bite of ...