Problems Poem by Tyrone Holmes

At first things were simple
But now like a great big pimple
There are nothing but problems
Try not to worry, well I do
How bout you

No I believe so
Change is all you get
When you spend all this time, wasten words
When I think we going forward
We are actually going backward

Progression and regression
Total opposites but switch back and forth
Like red and green
On a traffic light

I have many ideas
That all seem bright
To me at lest
We should let this thing grow
Just like yeast

Let it grow and grow
Until it no longer gets bigger
But thats not happening
Of course its not, hmm figures

Maybe its a good idea
To just stop it here
Even if I try
It wont matter

Because I know
That the end
Will always be near