If you glance quickly to the left or right
You'll see its shadow slipping out of sight.
It's been there forever
Sitting
Just out of view
Treating your brain like a saddle
Pulling on the reins
Pushing the brakes
Always protesting innocence
When the accident occurs.
"It's not my fault.
You're in control.
I'm just trying to help."
You murdered it a hundred times
But it keeps on coming back to life.
If you glance quickly to the left or right
You'll see its shadow slipping out of sight.