I went looking for my destiny
And I found you, Destini.
I climbed onto trains.
I flew. I tried hospitals
For cures. I took pains
To follow the logic of others.
I admit, I began to panic.
“Whorehouses and banjo music on the Titanic!
Do you want to go?”
I looked at them. “No.”
They look at the sky, wailing,
Look with fear at the waters below,
Everyone who is getting older.
And nobody wants to go.
I found isolated spots
Of perfection for a brief time.
A song. Ecstasy. Rhyme.
I want immortality.
I want the immortal good.
No one spoke about that
Even though they all understood.
You are my destiny, Destini.
I am tired and afraid, that’s true.
But I found my destiny, Destini.
It’s you.