The second chance to make
a first impression. After you fake
a heart attack, you dread
a real one, fearing what's been said.

The choice does not only cost
you time, to reconstruct, rebuild.
You can never make up for once fulfilled,
the other life, the time you lost.

Not all is random, but all else is.
The only thing you do control,
is the choice of which role
you play in what is bound to be.

After all it happens, in a loop, unending,
a spiral and you, your beliefs defending.