The four walls never slept
Never absent nor ill
Always thinking in details,
There was also a door and a window
They had to share.

Emotionally they needed an activity
A clear move perhaps and
To choose a direction
Through sensitivity of its mass,
It could sacrifice its form for
Its metamorphosis.

The other side of door
They discussed would be
A world of intelligence
A world of possibilities
New learning,
The truth they thought was always
Secured
If they could move.