I'm on the far right, and on the far left. Look either way, and I've moved farther away. No matter your center, I'm at the edge of your gaze

I have a throat but I cannot speak, you feed me as I get weak. My fever rises as the day gets bleak, you are by my side, you dusty little freak.

Sometimes tucked behind my ear, other times held in my fingers. It's tempting to nibble its cap when bored, better that than its tip.

Though I am loud and interrupt, people don’t seem to mind. Even when I bring sadness and fear, people are grateful for me. But I also bring joy and do acts of piety, Like reminding others of the time.

Where your car can be stored, and what your car may travel on