Time And Her Ways...

I know I need to act,
Do something, make an impact;
But 'something' is so very hazy,
That I cannot help but seem lazy.
Should I act on what has happened,
Or aim solely to change what will?
This mystery is ever deepened,
And I'm prodded to stay still.
As before that last roll of the dice,
On which hinges everything,
No prayer seeming to suffice,
No more hope onto which to cling...
If only I knew time and her ways,
As to whether she reuses her molds,
I would be surer of the coming days,
Beholding what the future holds.