Assume the bumps are not people

I've run over many people Or at least it's a possibility. There's so many bumps and jitters in the road Who is to say I'm not running over feet Or crushing someone's skull?

I'm probably wrong, I mean There would be blood Or a dent, or a crooked fender. Screams and news reports, Or someone making a big deal out of it.

But still I find myself looking back To see if someone is laying in the road flat. I was exiting the car wash and my back wheel went off the curb Or was it some unfortunate soul Getting caught up in my tire?

This is not a way to live, always looking back. Always being unsure if I'm killing pedestrians. And the sticking fear is, I can never know for sure. But for my peace of mind Assume the bumps are not people.