I am best amongst strangers
who do not know my faults
and my tales,
who do not know what I have
done and what I might do to
them

I am best amongst strangers
clueless to who I really am
making friends with me based
on assumptions, mostly wrong,
who I can manipulate without
their knowing

I am best amongst strangers
whose judgments mean
nothing at all

I am best amongst strangers
so that I may hide, and they
may follow

I am best amongst strangers,
only amongst them can I
be true,
because I know, no matter
what, in a few hours’ time
I will but a speck of dust
floating on the winds of
their memory