A True Poem

I feel like writing a poem.

What springs to mind?
- That pen can write,
Log ink across this page.

To take idea from purest form
(To take, be forgotten) and then to find,
- At some later stage.

Right now, this is me, and
When poem is found, am likely to be,
(Not one of you I do astound),
The same as i ever was:

Sentimental, caring, full of joy and hope;
Waiting for this truth to be found.