I wear no flag, yet welcome all. I bend, not break, when borders fall. I speak in tongues, but never shout— You’ll find me where the closed walk out. What am I?

I shift with time, yet shape the day. I tell you what to do, not say. I’m built by many, broken by few And always changing when change is due. What am I?

I used to mean ownership, now I mean share. I’m built from intention, not just brick and care. I host the old, the young, the new A patchwork quilt of every hue. I am just not where you live anymore, but how What am I?