Here and there

All the little things
that makes us ticks
discussed and spoken
deeply and openly
always know where I’m at
In here

There is always the thought
that something isn’t quite
What it should be
That stretching too far
Will spread me too thin
From here

Do I look better…
I won’t change any at all
I got to go
Just for a little while
I will check for you
In the morning
There

I think that was a bike I heard
Maybe friendly neighbours
Is it here or there
It is somewhere
Sometimes I forget
I am not where you are