There is a monster behind my back,
That no one else can see.
My eye can neither view him,
But I know he’s here with me.

The monster is there when you’re thinking,
And when you are awake.
But when you are sleeping,
your dreams he’ll forsake.

Call for him never, for he shall not show
But he’ll follow you far, wherever you go.
He’ll point out wrong, he’ll point out right.
And all the things that are not by sight.

He does not require any reward, nor fame.

There is a monster behind my back.
     “Conscience” is his name.