I want to give up and put down this pen.
To turn back time and begin again

Another chance to compose this rhyme.
Perhaps I'll get it right next time

There's no doubt that I am simply broken.
For me in this life there is no token.

So lay me down and strike down a match.
Let the fire reign and close the hatch.

And perhaps the gods will grant a new life.
One with more love and a lot less strife.