Oh, how I yearn to be seen, to be known,
Like a whisper in the wind, a seed yet unsown.
In a world that spins, a relentless parade,
I'm but a ghost, lost in the masquerade.

I am the overlooked, the silent refrain,
A canvas untouched, a forgotten name.
Like a star obscured by clouds in the night,
I fade into darkness, devoid of all light.

Oh, how I long for recognition's embrace,
To be seen, to be heard, to find my own place.
But the world, like a river, rushes on by,
Leaving me stranded, with a silent cry.

I am the unsung verse, the overlooked rhyme,
A melody unheard, lost in...