Chance/Opportunity

I'd like to believe we all began with a clean slate. That everything was nice and normal at one time.

I'd like to think that everything was a possibility. That we had the chance to shape our destiny. That we had every opportunity to fulfil our wildest of dreams.

But I stopped thinking that way when things started going wrong. When the best of intentions turn rancid in five seconds flat.

Things become a mess. Solids began to fall apart. Liquids began to evaporate. Gaseous material finally cease to be.

The cycle repeats itself until there's nothing left. Your expectations? It's that stain you see on the floor.

That bit of filth. Even scouring with detergent won't get it off. It's especially foul, especially repulsive. The worst thing is that it's so stubborn, and it's there to stay.

But let's forget about all that now. We can have a fresh start. We'll put a nice persian rug on it.

A white persian rug. Pristine, immaculate, untouched. Until fools and idiots rub the dirt on the soles of their feet on it.

It was the beautiful rug, that looked so revolting. When we see the sweetest of things turn bad in five seconds flat.

That was the second chance, that was the fresh start. Enough, Zig Ziglar. I'm no longer going to buy the crap that you can pick yourself up from failure to start again.

The only thing you're going to achieve is to grab that new opportunity, and watch as your desperate grip renders it to dust on the surface of your palm.

3rd time lucky? I'd like to think so. We can place a plastic sheet above the persian rug, perhaps.

But we know what happens to clean slates. Corruption leaves its taint. And destroys it completely in time.

3rd chance? You blew it.

Second Chance - Shinedown