Where Do We Go From Here

Where do we go from here?
Not an uncommon question
I hear you say
Gone tomorrow
Here today
Where to go
When to stay
Here one minute
Gone the next
For one who has got there
The question 'Why' is the catalyst?
Was he pushed?
Was he pissed?
Or for that matter
Nothing's offered on a platter
So who gives a monkey's uncle?

The question nonetheless remains
Where do we go from here?
Dear
Even, as it invariably is, singular
Where do I go from here?
Having got here
From there
With little or no time to spare
Is neither here
Or there
A mere bagatelle
Can't you tell
And I for one
Don't care
I don't care
A flippity gibbet
A fuckity Duck

Still
Where do we go from here?
Despite all the fuss
Time and tide waits for no man
Ebbing and flowing
At our comings and going
Next thing you know
You will have missed your go
No second chance
No backward glance
The bus of life will pass you by
All because you stopped to stare
Three will come along
At the same time
And guess
Who won't be able to afford the fare
Fair?
I don’t think so
Do you?
So where do we go from here?
A glass of crack and a smile of beer
Well once again
We stand alone
Seen it
Done it
Worn the vest
Tread the well worn path
My friend
Lay back and think of England
Mendacity at its best
Drown your sorrows
In whiskey
Drown you sorrows
in beer
Where do we go?
I really don't know

Where do we go from here?