Where I am going? br br From the pens of wisdom and prolific wit, br Voltaire, Krishnamurti, Schopenhauer, now I sit, br trying to compose words, that can help me explain, br how you bring me such joy, how you bring me such pain, br br I feel like I'm tumbling, not understanding my fate, br I reach out to touch you, but you tell me to wait, br where I am going, is a mystery to me, br it's always been that way, yearning to see, br br my weary heart and mind are in need of peace, br I'm like a small white dwarf, waiting to release, br all this suppressed energy, exploding in space, br yet I sit here now, with tears on my face, br br I feel like I can grasp, understanding Adams' plea, br when he asks the question, “Whatayawantfromme”, br so simple, so pure, this inquiry, words flowing, br still with no answer, Where I am going? br br Gomer...