We all have this Personal briefcase
This Shoddy Little Plastic Void
Which they want you to fill in
Fill in with all of their unfulfilled desires
The desires for which even their
Own briefcases have too little space for
But to be honest, it’s not their fault
For they have been doing the same
Packing their own briefcases
With all the emotional baggage
None of which their own
Then we Keep on carrying that briefcase
from one place to another In search of a
resting place, a place we can call home
and finally, When we make it and unpack
Theirs nothing in there you’d want to have
But then it’s too late to go back
And at that same exact moment
Your eyes fall on another traveller
Young, Clueless and Clumsy
His looks reminding of a younger you
Asking for directions to that final resting place
And then you look at this personal briefcase
This shoddy little plastic void
Which you want him to fill in
Fill in with all your unfulfilled desires
The desires for which even your
Own briefcase has too little space for
And the Story repeats…