Why do people feel
How do people know how to feel
What if you are just those types of people
Who don't know
But maybe just maybe there is away
Some people know exactly
What they are good at
Some people don't have a clue
Some are good at nothing
Maybe that's where I come in
I'm just a speck of dust in the world
Just waiting for my moment to shine
To be useful, to do something
But in the end
I'll just get wiped off my little spot
And moved to the ground or flown in the air
Not having to do anything but just sit there
Until it starts all over again
Because I am not useful
I have no talents
I have nothing that I could do that I know
I'm just a speck of dust
In the wind
Just sitting there
Watching, waiting
For my time
To shine
