The dog metaphor is tired

A dog I've seen before runs behind a tree

I can't decide if I have to follow

or to turn around and find the street

White rabbit or yellow brick road

Ending up standing like the tree

The dog may run behind me

and I can safely see if he is kind or un

The demons looming over my bed

The boogeyman under it

Or the angel on my shoulder

Guardian from dread

The dog bears it's teeth in the woods

Like you smiled at me

and I should've known the ghost that scares

Not a spirit in a tragedy