simple..

I write poetry to get things off my mind.
One of a kind type of problems.
I think.
Always think I'm the only one.
Dealing.
Feeling.
Trying too hard.
Running too fast.
Pushing too hard.
Tryin' People.
Like De La.
Why Can't it Be So Simple.
Like Wu.
Sometimes I feel like a Motherless Child.
Need something new.
I know my cue when I have to stop.
Shut up.
Start to listen to the beats.
Get away.
Chug the cup.
Walk.
Talk.
Listen.
Recognize.
Missin'.
Like Everything But the Girl.
Why Can't it Be So Simple?
Again.