There's a bug on your arm!

There really is, you know.

I promise it’s true,

Even if it just couldn't be so.

I live to spin allusions,

And in turn create dreams.

It’s my favorite thing to make you wonder

If things are not quite as they seem.

At night I'm my most active,

As I go about my role.

Did something shift there in the hall?

Was there always an odd kind of look to that wall?

I watch as you watch with uncertain, sweeping eyes

As the lamp in the corner takes on shadowy disguise.

It's a criminal, it's a demon! Boogeyman! Santa Claus!

And I guess we'll never know now, ‘til you rise to click on the light.

So go on over,

Yes, be brave

Go on over

And flip on the switch.

Cause with that little motion, all your problems have been fixed.

There now, you see, it quite was nothing at all.

I assure you, I promise, there’s not a terror I can recall.

But it seems you can't shake the feeling,

That something really was there.

So when night rolls around again,

Watch out for me my friend,

Cause I'll gladly watch out for you.

This time from the gloom behind your chair.

But morning will always arrive in time,

And I'm sure one thing will come to your mind

which would, of course, be the question

of just who in the world am I?

Some people may say I'm your consciousness,

Your anxiety, your worries, your fear,

And all of these are lovely things that I wouldn't object to hear,

As the more you think of me, the more I’ll appear.

And while night makes it’s rounds once more,

I wish you only the best.

Have a restful sleep and wonderful dreams,

But wait!

Before you drift off...

What was that over there?