Elusive poem

I thought of writing a poem

Took out a writing sheet

And a pen in hand

But no title in mind at all.

Unable to find a subject

I let it be

After breakfast

I was busy in my quest

But no title popped

To go on with my

Writing skills.

It was the same story

After lunch and dinner too.

But a long time later

I came upon a beautiful title

Got my pen and turned to a new page

But I could hardly keep

My eyes open past midnight.

Thought I’d write my poem

The next day

As soon as I awoke

I grabbed my pen and page

But unfortunately

Title escaped me again.