All of us are travelers lost, <br />out tickets arranged at cost <br />unknown but beyond our means. <br />This odd itinerary of scenes <br />- enigmatic, strange, unreal - <br />leaves us unsure how to feel. <br />No postmortem journey is rife <br />with more mystery than life. <br /> <br />Tremulous skeins of destiny <br />flutter so ethereally <br />around me - but then I feel <br />its embrace is that of steel. <br /> <br />On the road that I taken, <br />one day, walking, I awaken, <br />amazed to see where I have come, <br />where I'm going, where I'm from. <br /> <br />This is not the path I thought. <br />This is not the place I sought. <br />This is not the dream I bought, <br />just a fever of fate I've caught. <br /> <br />I'll change highways in a while, <br />at the crossroads, one more mile. <br />My path is lit by my own fire. <br />I'm going only where I desire. <br /> <br />On the road that I have taken, <br />one day, walking, I awaken. <br />One Day, walking, I awaken, <br />on the road that I have taken.<br /><br />Dean Koontz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-rivers-of-the-heart-2/
