Isnt it?

Isnt it funny?
Sometimes we dont want things to happen,
We have an image in our minds,
Of how everything could be,
And yet somehow, sometimes,
We have no say at all,
Isnt it pathetic?
How this makes us feel,
Doesnt anybody understand?
The way it hurts and burns,
The way we learn,
That it didnt go to plan,
If we could change it,
Or erase everything and start again,
It probably wouldnt change it,
Cause some things,
Are already planned,
By what or who we dont know,
Maybe sometime we will,
But for now we have to understand,
Should of, could of, would of,
Are pointless as far as fate is concerned,