As a child
I used to stare up at the sky
Thinking,
"Is destiny real?
Or is it something that people made up?
Or perhaps just a figment of imagination?"
As a child
I have always believed
That somehow, somewhere
Someone's looking at the same sky as I am
Wondering if I exist
Or if I'm waiting
And whoever you are
I must tell you this
I am waiting.
I may not know you yet
But I'll be waiting
Even if it takes eternity.