I follow them home again today.
They're always wearing a hood.
Just a hood on just a person.
No, somebody more, but what?
I follow them, they're just up ahead,
But they're always faster than me.
I just want to see their face
But they're always out of my reach.
They turn around every street I know
And suddenly, they are no more.
I give up again, walking home,
And I can hear footsteps behind me.
It's just a person, coming my way,
So I carry on, but I hear
The footsteps behind me, closer, faster,
Before I know it, I'm running.
Can't stop wondering, too curious,
And I look back, a big mistake.
There's more than one head, face, v