I want to blend.
I want to be swallowed up by the brick wall I pace in front of.
I want to be taken in by the grit and grout.
I want to become one of many,
Not just One,
Not just Individual.
I don’t want to be unique,
Or a one-of-a-kind.
I want to bleed into the pavement beneath me.
Filling in the cracks and scrapes
That have given it character over years.
I want to dissolve,
Dissolve to be wet and sticky tar,
And I want to be not noticed.
To be a single peachy blur in a photo,
A blotch in your vision.
I want to be forgotten so that when looked upon,
No one will recall my name.
I simply want to be one of the many.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.