The closed door
believes it to be open
as it pretends to clean its window
it doesn't look out anyway
open only for what's already in the room
But, oh, its designs come
from places yours do not
and therefore they must be true
a religion of opposition
worshiping the false facade in the mirror
Anything can live in an apartment
of its own creation
but unlike the closed door
the open door knows
being shut is the easy way out
The closed door
believes it to be open
as it checks frozen locks and rusted hinges
screaming futility
as others happily shift in the wind outside
Hide behind itself
and blame those with minds ajar
though it smiles at its own decorations
it offers no solutions
and nothing notices, or cares, when it slams to the floor
