vagabond

One day I hope to vanish
To disappear as if I was illusion
I want to find myself where no one sees me as a familiar face
My name will be a figment of many imaginations alike
When I am mentioned in conversation I wish for it to change

I want to wake up in a new town
To walk the streets with no recognition
My mom wanted to change my name to James Dean
One day I’ll wake up James Dean and all
I want to vanish into thin air

Just pick my stuff up and go
Travel light, enough to fit in my car
No goodbyes, no hat-trick show
I just wanna take my car and go as far as I can go

Houdini once said, “It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.”
I wish for no exposure, for exposure equals pain
He also said, “The easiest way to attract a crowd is to let it be known that at a given time and a given place some one is going to attempt something that in the event of failure will mean sudden death.”
If I want people to know where I stand I’ll just tell people I am going to die.