I'm here again - with the pen,
and I find myself here now and then.

Sooner or later; it's pen, it's paper,
it's pages, it's lines, it's rhymes again.
-It's about that time again.

Once in a blue moon I'll find a friend,
but it often ends much too soon.
-At least to me it seems too soon.

I almost thought I could see through the fog,
Me and this pen like two peas in a pod.