Here's a sonnet - "if we knew our destinations"

if we knew our destinations

A set determined future would be hard
to contemplate, for even what we think
would be already thought -- and if we guard
our unkept thoughts against their nascent link
to where they would direct us, still we know
that we will find where they do guide us, and
be found where we're expected. If we stow
the designations which define our spanned
existence to elude the future's grip,
like jewels on an island, we cannot
expect to e'er return upon a ship
with phantoms as its crew and find our lot
unchanged -- so we abide the winds of fate
instead of knowing ev'ry place and date.