Poem: Ideas Change with the Flow

Words that flow
hit rocks in the rapids
and are lost in the swirl
of mental chaos.
I try to capture them
but they slip through
the cracks of my mind
and I no longer recall.
Where do they go
when they are in the ether
and will they return
when I least expect them?
Inspirations comes and goes
like eddies in the current
and are shaped by 
a certain time and place.
What is fanciful then
can become a unmistakable truth
and what is important now
can become irrelevant later.
Be patient and wait
if it is lost, it will come back
and if it is unheard
one day it will be shouted
over the river's roar.