an anonymous anomaly

i wrote out my story
while in a hospital bed
doctors gave me pens and papers
said it would clear my head
but i was still in shock
expecting to wake up dead
so i remained anonymous


leaving the psych ward i got high 
wrote my story on a wall outside
my spray-painted images told it all
but some do-gooder had the gall
to painted over it
it was then anonymity
started getting to me

i gave up on writing
learned to play guitar
started to sing
travelled near and far
my songs told the world,
well, almost everything

producers and record companies
began making a fuss
i flew the world first class
travelled across continents
in a luxury bus

through bullet-proof windows
i watched my fans rant and rave
they took and  they took
few of them gave
and do you know what...?

fame is i found, another anomaly
no one cares who you really are
you see it's your image they crave
and no matter how famous any of us are
one day we all return to dust

being true to yourself is a must

despite thousands of miles
and no matter how often i tour
my fans may know my face
but i know this fact for sure
my soul remains anonymous