THIS LOST NESS MONSTER

i try to pinpoint it
but it slips like me,
as i the greasy banana.
it flows like water
off my hunched back
as it rains on my head.
i try to punch it but
get knocked out instead.
i am both the fire of
and the cannon fodder.
and all i wanna do is
find myself my place to be
but i still can't find it.
inhale...exhale...
cuz it's just that every day
is "one of those days"
and the perks of the city
grow fewer cuz i don't care
about the art or the music
(but i do)
or all the beautiful people
(but i really do)
or the trains and the buses.
i can't climb a mountain.
i can't get no service
in this here concrete jungle
of rats racing like lemmings
toward the brink of exhaustion.