Sorry father, i have sinned,
i apologize mother, not sure where to begin,
just give up the quarter, any can play me,
yet all will kill me, none can save me,
always running one way, now i slowly walk,
and allow myself the time to just talk,
like the old days when cells were not yet
as used as today, face to face was a safe bet,
i may have won the fight, stayed for more,
but still i managed to lose the war,
track record of a failure impaled in the heart,
reliving only one girl and only one start,
take thoughts apart and really inspect,
the reason you never chose to reject,
what do you expect? a writer to be quiet?
maybe one day, still not that motivated to try it.