Ah, the life of the unnamed NPCs.
Like from videogames, the NPCs.

Spouting strange dialogue on repeat with
great whimsy and no shame, those NPCs.

Having job, house, and dog, yet remaining
free and unchained with other NPCs.

Keeping treasures in pockets while travelling
the seas and wilds left untamed, NPCs.

Walking in circles, hardships left to those
with greater impacts, the named NPCs.

Watching meteors crash, the world burn, and
knowing a villain’s to blame, NPCs.

Losing lives to respawn the next day with
no fear or memories retained, NPCs.

But I like my given name, and so I
can’t attain that prized life of NPCs.