A Refrain on Hypothesis
A thought, beyond reality, it just stimulates me. I cannot see my adult reactions, yet it plays a special exchange. The faculties of mankind, a harsh reality. To be known, just doesn't exist in a managerie, called life. A delusion, in the subway, yet no reaction to justify the delay. And do not react, a gilded cage of peace will come, yet not to be a den of thieves. A life in a gilded cage, filled with the den of thieves, in a den of thieves.
James Hawkins