Somebody

I don’t envy anyone, they don’t envy me I’m faceless somebody, you wouldn’t know my name I mingle with the crowd, browsing free Either alone I walk, I’m just the same Never applied to reach ambitious goals Lived on the margins, maybe for too long Couldn’t care less about the social role Still have no home, to where my soul belong To all co-owners of their countries I can tell This might be fun if I would be allowed My little share of plentitude to sell So one could buy what I can live without I would be glad to get a fee for being here Also a fee that can provide a better place Where I can go to freely, with no fear Of being checked on border by my face.