What I want does not matter

What I want does not matter. 
What I need will make its way here. 
Who I need is yet to be seen, but hopes are falling, and fears are crawling. 
This die rolls not for me, it's chaotic tumbling decides matters of fate with little effort, and no care to its beholder. Fate is a fickle enchantress,  giving you a taste of power before cutting you down to size. 
A taste of worldly pleasure before inflicting a universe of pain.