No one

A man with no name,
Is playing a secret game.
Is it for a name or fame?
His life never the same.

He has an inner flame,
That is hard to tame.
Feeling neither guilt or shame,
For him, both are the same.

Who is he knows no one,
But looks normal like anyone.
Works alone without someone,
He moves on waiting for none.

A mysterious past he has one,
Made mistakes quite a tonne.
Accepting the past with regrets none,
He silently plans till it's done.