Sanctuary

"Peace!" cries the crowd.
"Sanctuary!" cries my soul, as I beat upon the iron doors that hold my fate in the palm of their jeweled hands.
"Peace!" cries the crowd.
"Sanctuary!" cries my heart, as I plead with envy for the answers to my undying questions.

Time elapses and Fate deserts my cravings of knowledge; soon the crowd overtakes my mind, leaving no survivors and devouring my imagination. What becomes of a heart torn in multiple directions? Does it break? Does it burst into a thousand brilliant pieces? Does it stretch? Oh how lovely it would be if a heart could retain an amount of elasticity; the ability to move in all directions of which it is pulled. How sweet the notion; so sweet to prove it's inexistence. Damn the confinements of a young mind, untainted by the world, unlearned by experience. If only my thoughts could provoke the genius within, so as to create a disturbance in the void of my now demolished wonderland.

I'm torn.
One direction yells from above.
Another from below.
A third from the west.
The last from the east.

Still at a loss.

One says yes.
Another, no.
A third says maybe.
The last says wait.

It's the feeling of total confusion with a splash of utter certainty. The grey knowledge of what is right, and what is half right. What is fun, and what is to be done. Sadly, I cannot give in to temptations that hold no value, and sadder still, I cannot obtain the joyous sentiments of a ghostly past. It is not quite a doomed state, nor quite light at the end of my tunnel, merely a deviation from the original route I traveled. A sorry state of affairs all to end too soon.

If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?

Please...
Just forget the world...