Secondary character

Have you ever seen

Any secondary characters in the story.

On the dark corner of the street

Under a lamp post ...

The stranger who smokes cigarettes.

Or an umbrella in a downpour.

An unknown person runs across the road,

Like running through a train window

Someone anonymous sitting on the platform.

These small secondary characters ...

Insignificant, irrelevant ...

Those who disappear from sight in a moment.

Without any pretense ... without any illusion ...

No burden of centralism, no accusation.

I just want to live that role.

I've always been central to my story.

Now I want to be a secondary character...

I want to stay away and watch...

What Nature will decide for me...

What Nature will do to me...

I want to flow with the flow...

I want to become a secondary person in my own life...