Changing In the Middle

In the presence of the present sense of where things are. I'm left to stay right where I am under this dark star. The world in which I rotate on has tilted just a bit. And what seemed like perfection, now doesn't seem to fit. The time has come to watch for signs of new galactic shapes. To strap on in and lock it down before it just escapes. But we all know what spins this earth and fills our days with hope. For without it to give rebirth, we've just no way to cope. Some say that it is money, some say that it is love. Some say that it ain't funny, and tend to push and shove. But we all know that where and what it is, is deep inside. And that it's always been right there to lovingly abide. So I will now resume my search to find another place. Where light can shine within my soul and also on my face. Walking away from what I've found is going to be real hard. But now the dealer's asking me if I want another card. So once again I'll go all in and lay them on the table. To take on any callers who think that they are able. To beat me at this game of chance where love is all that's bet. I"m getting pretty low on chips, 'cause luck hasn't shined yet. But till my pockets turn inside out and I am just sent packing. I'll play my hand at cupids game to attain what I am lacking. For every heart that someone holds, another bluffs and another folds. So deal me in, this hand is mine, the Joker foolishly beholds. This sweatered nerd on Spectrums ad is causing me disdain. He looks like he is trying to drill right through my brain. It is enough to make me think that I might need to change. The way I write my poetry, because this is too strange. He just keeps looking straight at me and I cannot remove him. He really should think this thing out, it really would behoove him. This poem has turned, I am aware. I'm having trouble with his stare. I've clicked all buttons to delete him. But Spectrum seems to have replete him. I see the ad is finally off. :):):)