Second Chance?

My heart must've been too foolish to understand
what is a warning, and when it must be heeded;
for I have fallen yet again in a hole
I may not be able to climb out of.
I spoke with such aspiration
yet bled with such anxiety
over the possibility of the second chapter
that I may finally find what I longed for,
waiting here for so long.

I'm left with no pride; taken in for this ride.
Never before have I thought
that the day would take so long,
yet feel that night had come too soon.
For the angst I endure from the sun
equally compares to the restlessness
of my silent moon.
Essentially, all I've left to do is pray,
that my dream comes to full fruition.

While my emotions escalate,
and my understanding degenerates,
I've become too foolish to consider
the matters of the most importance.
I've become too insensitive to see
what the bigger picture might become.
Whether a lady will materialize out of my picture book
and fufill my destiny;
or whether I'm cruising for another bruising
and my dreams shatter once more.

And so I lay here
sifting through my sea of uncertainty
I turn the pages of the second chapter of chance,
pondering if I'll ever get my feet on the ground
and pull out a miracle in the process...