A wish to not be known(230225)

I fantasise about running away,
throwing myself into the scum of the world
and becoming one with it,

Because in the dark and dinge of it all
I will be nameless.

Just a story lost to the passing of time.

Nothing will matter.

Not the things they say
Not the choices I make
Not the life I lived

Because at the end of he day,
when all is said and done,

We all end up six feet under the very same earth.
Laid to rest and forgotten.