Where I am going?
From the pens of wisdom and prolific wit,
Voltaire, Krishnamurti, Schopenhauer, now I sit,
trying to compose words, that can help me explain,
how you bring me such joy, how you bring me such pain,
I feel like I'm tumbling, not understanding my fate,
I reach out to touch you, but you tell me to wait,
where I am going, is a mystery to me,
it's always been that way, yearning to see,
my weary heart and mind are in need of peace,
I'm like a small white dwarf, waiting to release,
all this suppressed energy, exploding in space,
yet I sit here now, with tears on my face,
I feel like I can grasp, understanding Adams' plea,
when he asks the question, "Whatayawantfromme",
so simple, so pure, this inquiry, words flowing,
still with no answer, Where I am going?
Gomer LePoet...
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 3:22 PM UTC
Where I am going?
From the pens of wisdom and prolific wit,
Voltaire, Krishnamurti, Schopenhauer, now I sit,
trying to compose words, that can help me explain,
how you bring me such joy, how you bring me such pain,
I feel like I'm tumbling, not understanding my fate,
I reach out to touch you, but you tell me to wait,
where I am going, is a mystery to me,
it's always been that way, yearning to see,
my weary heart and mind are in need of peace,
I'm like a small white dwarf, waiting to release,
all this suppressed energy, exploding in space,
yet I sit here now, with tears on my face,
I feel like I can grasp, understanding Adams' plea,
when he asks the question, "Whatayawantfromme",
so simple, so pure, this inquiry, words flowing,
still with no answer, Where I am going?
Gomer LePoet...
one of my earliest pieces
