In the loom of time, patterns weave, intricate and complex, Cause and effect, in threads entwined, a tapestry, a hex. Moments blend and twist and turn, in a symphony so grand, Future shaped by what has been, past and present hand in hand. The fabric of fate, so finely spun, with threads of joy and sorrow, Each choice made, each action taken, shaping the endless morrow. The tapestry of time, unfurling wide, a story ever told, Boundless possibilities and paths, in the fabric we all hold.