A Letter of Resignation

I apologize, but it seems to me that I am not cut out for this after all,

I was not created to be created,

I have created myself to do just that.

It seems that this track lane is indeed shorter,

But too close to the center for my comfort.

It seems that the smog of this city chokes the life back into me,

Even though it is artificial.

I am not cut out for this after all it seems,

So with this I leave you to pursue

Blues and Yellows and Greens.