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.