you're a mystery and we both know it
I am as well but I'll never submit
we both question our very existence
for that, I say good riddance

in actuality, I do not want to bother
but the curiosity makes me think harder
are you feeling the same way as I am?
maybe not, maybe you're just like them

so I try to tell myself perhaps it's just overwhelming
the crippling feeling of mystery is seething
though it's not my first time to encounter this,
at the end, will I still take the risk?