Dream of Fate

On this particular night  
I wish for a particular dream won:
To dream the fantasy I once begun,
To hold her under trial till everything comes undone.
 
I woke up to see you happy,
Could I have lived like that,
So merrily, by your side?
Life is just a song to be sung,
One that we don't choose, to which we belong.
 
Every syllable is belched,
Uttered, every small sound,
My depth is shallow and profound.
I know in time they will all see how we're all bound.
 
I realized I never had you,
Never wholly, never did I, fully,
Do you wonder of this too?
Tell me you do, let us welcome the sound,
Tell me, tell me you do, to cherish the love once lost, found.
 
The song we sing is fate.
The words and letters resound,
They yell one only truth unbound.
They grow roots beneath the ground.
 
Strange notions of destiny, old friend,
Strange connections of yore,
Of you and I!
Whom shall you sing to, love?
My eyes are burnt,
Although I mean to see you,
See you for what we meant for each other,
I lost you, dear, you've made that very clear.
What's done is done.
The wheels have been set in motion.
The stones are rolling.
Who knows if our paths shall meet:
Remember that neither you, nor me, darling,
Are the writers of the song.