The Notion Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The notion

I have an idea, but what to do about it?
The problem with ideas they ebb and flow
then disappear into the lake of amnesia.
In life, you can`t escape love and death, its
demise is sure to love is not, it flows in
a river all by itself, the lucky ones get to
bath in it and are blessed.
Often there is an erroneous type of love
it brings sorrow and deceit and the one
sits alone in despair but fail to look at
the truth, the river doesn`t wait.
We learn as we live and go on trying
one day it happens where we have not
looked this time it is real.
What about your idea? What idea?