My Walls

 The four walls I built round me
Stand high and tall as though they were
fortresses
At the centre of those walls
I built-
A comfortable home made purely of
stone and
come what may, I'll adjust to the
hurricanes and storms
which everly blows
to keep within it
a temperate weather

The four walls I built sometimes
cracks and crumbles
Upon the slightest alien touch.
Regardless, I pick up its pieces
to mend it back together
Each time- thicker
Each time- wider and higher

(One)
One wall made of blazing fire-
For those irrational liars
(Two)
A second wall made of soft feather-
For those gentle souls, it gets softer
(Three)
A third wall made of saline wood-
To be carved by the wise in mind
(Four)
A fourth wall that isn't there-
Reserved for the trusted
amongst family and friends

I move these four walls about:-
Stealthily, Slowly, Gently. . .

You stand at the foot of my walls-
What would your next move be?