Everybody is going somewhere, but reaching nowhere

Everybody is going somewhere, but reaching nowhere

He went to see her, but returned from the bar.

He left for his prayer, but was seen at the condiment store.

The monk was seen going towards the forest, but years later he was seen with a family.

She said she is going to the parlor, but returned with juicy meat balls.

The child was caught stealing and was seen running from the cops,

Met a nun, sought her blessings for redemption, she said there is hope for me too,

When child she too was caught stealing and had to run from the cops and the town.

Last saw this poor man taking a walk with his daughter, he must be fifty and she probably twenty,

Five years later, saw the same man, but not with the same girl beside,

Heard he got rich, married a girl his daughter’s age; he is now fifty-five and she looks probably twenty.

I started with the thought of painting something that’s going in my mind,

But I struggle to paint today, ended writing a poem instead.

I asked her friend to inform her how much I love her.

She made me a brother, and I got married to her same friend instead.

I proclaimed that for me the sky is the limit and left my home to make it big,

And years later, I now fear if I am caught cleaning a rich man’s herd of asses.

When in school, she ranked high and always asked me to stay away,

And on my bachelor’s party saw her at the pub and pole dancing,

Who could say, but now she says me, this is the job she loves and indeed the best she could get.