Without a Name

January 31, 2008
By Mark Haber, New City, NY

I am one without a name
No identity of my own
No opportunity to succeed
Society doesn’t notice me
I’m a blur, seen and forgotten instantly

Same as everyone around me
All of us are like clones
No differences in daily routine
It is like a record rewound before every day
And left to play back over and over again
Is this completely the same for all?

Is this what I have worked for?
To waste away without an identity
No one prepared me for a life like this
This is not the life I want to live
The choices I made years ago shouldn’t have led to this

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