Misunderstood poetry

Pen a page and a poem soon to be written,

Not knowing how the poem will go.

Looking for inspiration and only a glance up,

To see my world before me.

As if I had entered the heavens,

I had ideas flow. The words that would lead,

and the path this would take.

Not blank as the page was before.

I finally understood, what it would be.

Another misunderstood piece of poetry.