The Cage of Silence
The elevator, we entered, yet I felt, a certain being near, the
        first step.
The door opened and I met Van Gogh, I saw, there was no
        illusion, only a vision of hope.
As the keeper Mr. G, as we entered the cage of silence.
Disfigured minds, we will collide, in the cage.
For we cannot be, in the same delusion, yes, it came to me,
        I'm just a delusion of my own reality.
So we signified, yet, oblivions, as we echoed in the night.
James Hawkins