Useless Door

This day I am lazed, and ready for some blaze to glaze these glossy eyes into portraying this beaten world as something more than a dirt cheap door held together by those so called "hinges" given up from the poor.
A thin piece of wood, without locks, a fraudulent protection.
A symbol of hope but really a flimsy sheet of paper disguising the great desert planes.
A simple reminder that there only lies scorching sand clear across the other side.