the inner apocalypse

[real_bad_poetry]

You think you know me now,
but don't you dare turn around,
because you might see a totally
different person standing beside you

you think you know my faults
my mistakes, inside and out
but be careful because all of this
is going to change very soon

the seed does not remain a seed
nor the sapling remain a young tree,
even so I am always growing and changing
and soon you will see

you look at me as if you have me figured out
but the season is already begining to change
you look at me as someone who will always
stand below you, but in time
you may find yourself looking up at me