This Poet's Mind

I just write down what comes out.
It sounds good to me but i'll leave that up to you to doubt.
The ideas they flow I can't let them go,
Because you never know when you'll strike gold.
Versatility and creativity going against the grain,
If I don't attempt something different what do I stand to gain.
My head fills up and never quite clears,
But if I don't jot some down as fast as it manifests it quickly disappears.
This goes on day in to day end,
What makes certain things so special I must put it to pen.
As I shape and share to continually grow,
What really drives the mind with the ideas that overflow.
I just leave it to guess that i'll never know.