Where Should I Stand?

Sometimes while sitting or standing alone;
Sometimes when chatting with you on the phone.
It happens sometimes when we're out in a group
Listening to music or working 'til two.
I poke and I ponder with each playful jest.
Just where do I stand with you, should I guess?
I feel like I'm gazing at you through a glass;
Like shopping for treasures without any cash.
Like Wendy with Peter within Never-Land.
Such fun and excitement, what adventures they had.
Then quickly awaking with nothing in hand,
I wonder exactly, just where do I stand?
Expressions of fondness, a tender embrace
Or decorous endorsement and reticent gape.
Official or friendly, ascetic or snug
Utter bewilderment, should I go on?
Lately, yes often, I wonder and ask
When with you exactly just where should I stand?