If there was only one story

Some can concentrate,

 I have already lost myself.

Dog chews the drain from the washer.

 Garage flooded.

Meanwhile the scrubjay is cracking a snail on the roof.

This is why I ramble.

Some can turn their life into a poem,

 but my life is a story.

Maybe a poem.

All I know is I am annoyed at the dog.