This Ever Happen to You?

 In the wee hours of the morning, a brilliant idea

emerges from the netherworld of sleep

into your awakening consciousness

The words tumble forth, try to speak to you:

Hurry Up!!  Catch us!! We're important  ....  Hurry Up!!  Catch us!! We're important ... Hurry Up!!  Catch us!! We're important
  Here we come again.  WRITE. US. DOWN ! ... Here we come again.  WRITE. US. DOWN ! ... Here we come again.  WRITE. US. DOWN ! ...

You reach for your pen

rub the sleep from your eye - 

the perfectly crafted poem

now but fragment and blur

(and why is there no ink in this pen, you

filled it just two days ago!!!)

 Too late, we're gone now  ...   Too late, we're gone now ...   Too late, we're gone now...   Too late, we're gone now

 they mock

    the ink starts flowing again, but

the words have all

left

and you're left with:

 a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmmm a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzm mml gnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmmm  a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmmm a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmmm    krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu tw iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmmm  a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu a   gpr   krd  ptuqxs lgnvc mmiu  piyzf iqbxt iskkj mu zzzmm

But it was a brilliant poem. 

Honest. 

If only I could remember it.