This seems appropriate here. It's from Dean Koontz, Book of Counted Sorrows.
All of us are travelers lost
our tickets arranged at a cost
Unknown,but beyond our means
This odd itinerary of scenes
Enigmatic, strange, unreal
Leaves us unsure how to feel
No postmortem journey is rife
with more mystery than life
Tremulous skeins of destiny
flutter so ethereally
around me - but then I feel
Its embrace is that of steel
On the road that I have taken
One day, walking, I awaken
Amazed to see where I have come
where I'm going, where I'm from
This is not the path I thought
This is not the place I sought
This is not the dream I bought
Just a fever of fate I've caught
I'll change highways in a while
At the crossroads, one more mile
My path is lit by my own fire
I'm going only where I desire
On the road that I have taken
One day, walking, I awaken
One day, walking, I awaken
On the road that I have taken