People always want to seem like a mystery
The way they talk, the way they dress
The way they glimpse through the wonders of nothingness
They remain silent for some time
Then eventually loose control and mixed with the crowd
The one who's left wondering stays silent
Predicting the next move of the obvious fools
Look to your side
Look behind
Observe them look at you
How they feel anger and fear
The stares you receive silently
The real reason behind their cold mystery