I’m outside, yet I’m not free. I’m inside, yet I touch the sky. Walls keep me company, but a roof won’t stay nearby. Footsteps echo where I lie what am I?

I move with the moon, always a moment away from creating destruction.

I can be made of stone, language, or sound, Built to keep limits or keep you aground. Break me to pass or stay on your side, I’m the thin line where two worlds collide.

Insult someone in front of me and I am what sugar does in water. Visit a stark but beautiful part of Aus after me and you are able to pay your liabilities. By myself I am what you are trying to do right now.

In movies I grant youth, when in Rome I grant a wish.