Second Chances

For 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.