More Than Just a Door

Coming in many forms
Built with glass, wood, and sometimes metal
Every time being pulled or pushed, it takes time for it to settle

Gripping the knobs or the handles
It uncovers different directions and many channels

It leads one on a journey that can be peaceful or sometimes hectic
At times it can be used to bring us together
Even when being held , used as a simple gesture

I would view it as an object that's always in motion
Cause people say when one door closes another one opens

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