There Was This Poem...

There was this poem
I tried to write
But it escaped like a fish
While I was fishing
In the river of my mind
Where things just didn't make any sense at all.
I swear...
It slipped off my hands!
Such a slimy fish
Swimming and running away!
I knew I wanted it
A magnificent catch to behold
Too elusive to touch!
I knew I'd better be dead
If I didn't get hold
Of that little thing faster than I was.
I thought to myself
If I caught that damn fishy,
I would be hailed
By those to whom I'd show it!
One problem, though...
I wasn't born a swimmer
But to hell with it!
I threw myself into the gushing river
Trying to flow along with the current
But that little fish
Not even good enough to eat
Swam faster than I thought!
I tried to catch it time and time again
Only to fail countless time!
In the end
I wore myself out
With head throbbing in pain
I lay in the bed to sleep
Thinking maybe
I would go fishing again in my dreams...