Sanctuary

When you think of the room,
That inner refuge you retreat to,
When the world becomes too real
The room with which the walls,
Are built of others opinions,
And your secret hopes
As you steal a glance,
Through the cold iron bars,
Of its single window
What is it you see,
That lies beyond the divide

Do you imagine a door,
In this private palace,
Locked so very tight,
Against all the fears,
That possibly reside,
Just outside
On which of its sides,
Lies the bolt
For there is the chance,
This sanctuary of yours,
Is really a prison