Second ChancesFor all the times I’ve fallen, To express myself seems to be my calling, I seem to deal with the same situation, Yet this tight rope has variation, Perfect a craft; perfect a skill, Diagnose my faults as to take a pill, Once again I can face what is ahead, Ideas & notions my mind has said, Although I weed out thorns of thought, There is a debt of choices I have bought, I’ll try my best to follow along, An awakening to life, or just being gone, Consciously I’m back to who I am, Once again this all seems to begin. |
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