Alacrity

I wish for the impossible,
but not sure if said wish was granted.
So I wait,
for a moment from the dead.
Nothing speaks,
But i'm overflown with answers.
But like always: Through one ear out the other.
They crawl silently in my mind, pops out, then it passes through.
Such a tease.
But I can not lie,
each was better then the last.
I know what to do, I know what to do!
But i don't,
because my idea passes through.
A good idea isn't useful if I can't remember it.
So I'm left with a wish,
and the frustration of not being able to reach my answers.