The Desperate and the Dark Horse

Beside the beaten path, I ride Passed the followers who robotically glide Over the rocks, the pebbles, and the stones; goodbye They make their way home and I the same...the throne Like programs written by the user They have one task to fulfill I write my life on my own keys The virus you cannot kill And I'll wiggle my way in and eat from the inside Until I'm full and want no more Until the way is mine