Ripples of Moments in Time

A fleeting stroke of fate's design,
Waltzing with life's delicate line,
One ponders with a curious chime,
How destiny ripples through the paradigm.
 
I yearn to sail through time's embrace,
Witness the future, its enigmatic grace,
Unravel secrets, the unknown space,
That bind me tightly, a cosmic trace.
 
The past, a history we've sown,
The future veiled, yet to be known,
The present fleetingly is shown,
As the future, in time, becomes its own.