Click of a lock

Sound of the lock turning echoes each and every memory. A step taken toward a goal he never wanted, yet knew was going too happen. His hand holds the lock turning it back and forth. Never knowing which one too go forth with. Do I accept the inevitable? Do I choose too live a fantasy, have too go back too locking up? Lost within his his hand remains. Trying too debate within his own mind. Voices all screaming at one. Voices all too familiar. It's such a beautiful world isnt it? When nothing is what you deem it too be?
Unlock the door.
He let's go of the lock, twisting the handle. Unmoved,unchanged.