The Walk

As I walk down the street,
I see all the people that are close to me.
All my neighbors, friends, and family.
As I walk farther away I see,
The ones who are not so close to me,
Farther still I see more,
But now I know them not so well.
For now I know them only to see,
Not even a name comes to me.
I now miss those to whom I left,
On back, on my street,
I love to venture out,
But to come back home,
Is best of all!