La Destinée Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

The journey,

It is the

Destination

As it turns out.

Common thinking

Is contrary to this—

The journey,

A path we must travel

To reach the end.

And the end—

A justification for whatever means.

Justification—

A word invented out of a root:

Justice.

The journey is not just,

It simply is.

Aucune illusion mensongère ne change la vérité.

Illusion mensongère—

The deluded are the walking dead—

Truth eludes them.

They roam in hordes

Looking to devour life

In order to live.

Yet life, like truth,

Is not theirs to devour.

Their entrails drag

Down beneath—behind them.

The hissing sound of the squandered

squirming zombies

Can be heard for miles—

Mais la vérité avance inexorablement vers la vie.

La vie.

Le voyage.

Le cheminement.

Ils ne sont qu’un seul et même.

Do not be fooled.

Do not get bitten,

For the infection spreads fast,

Fierce.

L’enfer d’un corps,

Le tourment d’une âme.

There is no reason left.

The infection colonizes—

Endless hunger awakens.

Gray matter meal devoured—

Mindless consumption of the mind.

So, yes—

Always remember—

The destination

Is not the journey’s end.

The journey is the end

Of the destination.

Le voyage est la destinée.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 3, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: March 3rd, 2026 10:36
Comment from author about the poem: I’m published in an anthology featuring authors from across the Poconos, PA. All proceeds benefit the Pocono Liars Club — a collective of authors and editors dedicated to supporting and mentoring local writers. Available in paperback and Kindle, please consider purchasing one and supporting a great cause. https://a.co/d/58uxM69
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