I am dust on a sunbeam I am the winding endless road in dreams I am an oblivious mess of illusions that you do not care to seek I am a frozen dinner sitting on your lap while you watch other news I am the words you curse into your sheets when you've overslept I don't want to be all of these things but I am I was here but i've left The negative notions of your being have grasped me in fear of being lost and avoided But they just found another fearful soul Your sorrows clung onto my hair my arms my ankles Their weight has brought me closer to the ****** earth but i'm no longer concerned with taking the time Stolen mishaps and memories shaped into pleading eyebrows turned upwards furrowed further I want rid of these barriers the haunting the void But I am dust I am a winding road I am a mess of illusions I am a frozen dinner And I am the words you curse.