A Poem

This isn't a poem about the ephemerality of life.
If it was, it would end now,
To highlight the importance of living your life
Instead of distracting yourself with poetry.
This isn't a poem about love, either.
If it was, it wouldn't feel so cold and matter-of-fact.
It's not a war poem,
Or a confessional poem.
It's not about a memory
Or a particular image.
In short, this poem is what it is.
It is about itself.
"So what can be gained from it?" you ask.
I'd tell you, if I knew how it ended.