The Meeting Point of Destiny

Dancing butterflies fluttering across life's deep sea,
Dreams and thoughts...memories.
Reality versus illusion,
The fragilty of life, a glass ball on a table's corner.
Tell me, who are you, really,
Who am I, really.
The meeting point of destiny,
Where does it begin..
Where does it end...
Someday our paths may cross,
Yet we would just brush past without knowing
That I could have been
That you could have been.