To Write A Poem...

This poem is about a person who wants to write a poem, and without knowing it, they do.

O, to write a poem…
It’s the one thing I dream of to this day!
But come on…
What do I say?

I cannot rhyme
And I get lost in thought.
Writing these poems
Makes me, o, so distraught!

Pencil in hand,
But there’s no topic to be found.
Like a used yoyo,
Still waiting to be wound.

O, I give up!
This can’t be delt with…
My thoughts are so random,
And all but a myth.