Ironic

How ironic,
Does it seem,
Hen you never ask,
'Cause you think it,s just a dream,

You find out later,
When your life,s all changed,
Your roads entangle,
Your thoughts are the same,

Your dream was a reality,
That could have come true,
Yet you never asked,
'Cause you never knew,

You sat back and watched,
The dream drift away,
Yet you always regret it,
To this very day,

Why does this happen?
You might ask,
This dream of yours,
Come back from the past?

What do you do,
With what you found out?
Isn't it ironic,
How life comes about?