stew of misplaced dreams

there was an old castle
situated far above the ground
near a cliff of a small but steep mountain
not too strong
but inhabited by an old monk
fragile with long beard
and hairs unkempt
but always full of life,
twinkle in his wrinkled eyes
and an angel came to see her oen day
asked him if he will come to heaven
and play with fairies
and have nothing to complain, nothing wanting at all
and the monk was lost
what, nothing wanting? he asked
angel said, no, nothing
then will not i lose the very purpose of my being
said monk and started walking away
leaving angel to wonder
what is this man seeking in life
insufficiency
inadequacy
famished breaths
deprived drops of dew
but why does he want to
roast in the stew
of some misplaced dreams