They know they're always there
We pretend we don't know
But we do
In the lyrics of a song
In the fog of a dream
In the eyes of a stranger
In the sound of the rain
And listen
Or avert your gaze
Or think of other things
Or turn off the volume
Or cover your ears
But the things you leave behind
Are beside you all the time
And will follow you with vigilance
Until such time
That you become
The thing that's left behind