The threads of time, yet to come,
Filled with complexities, and war.
Never ending with an unknown start
And in it, we find life itself with a bang.
Our actions alone tell a strong tale,
Of the ripple effect of the future takes,
Given to us by what we've dished out in the past,
With no mercy on our part.
The future won't arrive until we live our present,
Whatever we do gets woven, thread by thread like the body of an insect,
And the full yarn we've made would be our way.
So, let us take life how we want it to reciprocate,
Our actions and the inactions we create,
Should match the now we've proclaimed,
For a future to be claimed.
