I like being in a crowded and busy place,
yet all alone,
recognized by no one,
shrouded by anonymity,
unknown.
Seeing people in their pleasure or their pain
brings me a measure of peace;
because they are not mine,
I am detached.
It is a sign of our liberty
that strangers talk freely
where my ears may hear.
I joy in it;
I have no fear here.
It is at home that dangers are everywhere
and people know the ways
my thoughts and feelings go.
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