That poem I wrote

 

During my morning run --
early, before the fog burned off --
  wow, it was a doozy!
Meaningful,
laden with metaphors
   from nature
   about the reality of
   being human
There were catchy phrases,
   even some rhymes
One might even call it
   profound

And then it was breakfast
and shower
a day full of work
and it was so good
I was sure it would stick
until I picked up a pen

But now here I sit
a blank page before me
and that masterpiece
   has
               vanished
        like
              the
     morning
                         mist
        at
           sunrise