It’s just a door. Just a door you say? Then it is just a boundary preventing you from moving from your confinements, leaving you stagnant.
It’s just a door that holds in definite probabilities, and keeps out the endless possibilities.
It’s just door handle, a simple, logical mechanism.
Its use is so simple, yet its implications is freedom; possibility.
I am the door and the handle.
I determine what I keep in and leave out.