Nameless
by Ken Wittig

When very young, anticipation helps make everything fun,
For teens, embarrassment and peer pressure puts them on the run
As young adults the "party style" becomes more than appealing
As we grow older, "childhood traits" again begin revealing.

But there are still a few times, That we all seem to share,
One comes in the fall, yes--you know, we've all been there.
It comes in late October, midst the changing autumn season,
It cuts through inhibitions -- if for no other reason.

For one day we forget about any catechism
And change our prim appearance with little criticism
You guessed it, Halloween is... the day of which we speak,
When the shy can become bold, and the outspoken, meek.

So you see, one day a year, we're all at the same station,
For we all desire to show off... our imagination,
some call them masquerades (because the word sounds "older")
When in truth, they're "costume parties", in disguise, we feel much bolder.

But in the end, it all comes down to just one basic thing,
The world cannot put bounds on "Dreamer's Imaginings"
The one day of the year that we are all the same,
Is October 31st.... when nobody has a name.

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