Shift

A short while ago I lost my control,
Floating free and prone to drift.
Now, however, I've reclaimed my soul.
Now is the time for a balance to shift.

This might be swomething that's hard to get,
As devious as a sorceror's stone,
Or maybe some music, where it's hard to let
Freedom get in the way of tone.

I saw myself changed yesterday,
A new reality was accepted as true.
Now I might not have far to stray
Before I remember I belong to you.

Twice I lost what wasn't worth keeping,
But only once I made a shift.
I saw two cars, and children sleeping,
And one poor soul gave me a lift.


Note: this is nonsensical, sure, and I'm typing this with Internet Explorer in Hays, Kansas without any spellcheck. I didn't like how this one turned out, but it's still a poem.