In the shadows, where whispers dwell,
Lives a life, no one can tell.
Faceless, nameless, yet it breathes,
In the silence, it weaves.

Through the crowds, it moves unseen,
A ghostly figure in a dream.
No accolades, no fame to claim,
Just a soul without a name.

Underneath the moonlit sky,
It finds solace, it can fly.
Away from eyes that judge and stare,
In the night, it finds its care.

An anonymous life, free from chains,
Untouched by worldly gains.
In the quiet, it will thrive,
An unseen symphony, alive.