A Poet?

Little did I know it I might be a poet Though I know it will take time To get in the groove If my legs can't move, then writing will do. I never know what to say It's like getting caught in the rain Or tip toeing past your parents room at night It's like sitting with the wind, Getting caught in your hair And at just the right moment Someone stops to stare I have to work on the flow, It's like rowing a boat But what about the scenery Im in the garden of time, I don't really mind. It's calming, the greenery. And the way that the time passes me by. It's hard not to get stuck there. The sound of the waterfall is a delight Its like getting the rhyme right Somewhat like a wind chime But isn't there more Like a story to adore, I cant let it be a bore, right? Where do I go from here, I guess we'll see A poet who didn't know it, is it meant to be?