|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.