Growth Poem by Patricia Moller

To all the one's I've hurt
I hope I've helped you grow
There was no way of telling
I never could have known
We walk among each other
Once strangers,
Now again
We follow what we follow
Only believing in the end
What is, is so imperfect
Original to the core
Striving for first place
Consuming till we're bored
Watching all the cameras
Forgetting about now
When I see you in my mind
The world becomes sublime
You were my muse
You are my muse
Untill the end of time