I wish I could be a peice of dust floating in the air,
or a small strand of hair.
I just want to be something that people don't really think about,
I just want someone to fill me up with my own doubt.

Sometimes I dream of hope and despair,
They are both a disasterous pair.
They both are unthought of,
Just like the heavens above.

I want to be unseen,
Therefore people would not think of me like them; not think of me as keen.
I want to be unthought of,
As I've said before like the heavens above.

I am alive,
I have no wish to die.
I just want to be left alone,
God! Only if you could know.

The thing is I'm not worth it,
I am not worth you falling in a helpless pit.
This is why I wish to be not noticed,
Just like the beautiful flowers you find in your pond, The Lotus.