"In the tapestry of time, we weave our threads, Each moment, a needle, each choice, a spread. Yet in the dance of days, a power lies, To shape the past through present's watchful eyes.

For as we grasp the reins of here and now, The echoes of before, we can endow. With every step we take, with every word we say, The past's dominion bends beneath our sway.

With hands that mold the clay of destiny's mold, We rewrite history, its tales retold. Through actions bold, through thoughts refined, The past, once set, becomes redefined.

No longer bound by what has been, We carve a new path, a fresh scene. Through the lens of today, we reshape what was, Controlling the past, as present's cause.

But heed the warning in this power we wield, For altering the past, its truths concealed. A delicate balance, a fragile art, Controlling the past requires a mindful heart.

For while we may guide the course of time, The consequences echo, a relentless chime. So tread with care, in the realm of might, For the past, once altered, shifts out of sight.

Thus, let us wield this power with grace, Embrace the present, in its rightful place. For in the tapestry of time, our threads entwine, Controlling the past, through the present's shine."