White door with your panels,
How much power do you hold?
You are the subject of ignorance,
And the blessing of openness.
When your handle is held,
Do you know your destiny?
Will you spend the day with a stopper,
Propping you open as bodies move freely?
Or will you be stuck shut,
With you head in your hands?
Sharing the dismay and disappointment,
Of your handler.
How do you feel about being left ajar?
How do you feel about being locked?
Would you like to be painted, are you happy white?
Is there a draught underneath you?
So much we ask of you.
Leave it to the door, he’ll keep out the rain,
The troublemakers, the stray cats
And the door to door salesmen.
But most importantly, you have the ability.
The ability to keep the noise of traffic at bay,
To stop the children from getting a chill,
To save us from the world.
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