Dictatorship

TIME has a curious way of running long distance. Most of the time they'll tell you right before a marathon (the time when you bounce on the balls of your feet chock-full of energy, so ready) to keep your pace steady so you get a momentum going and you follow it. But time seems to have missed that part of the briefing. And if you decided that you wanna finish this thing before it you are going to have one hell of a race.
Just when you begin to settle into a comfortable momentum, your legs pumping regularly and strong it will change its own rhythm. It will speed up and even as it lengthens the distance between you two it will be mocking you, mocking that you are only human and can't do this, can't do that. And you will follow.
Just when you begin to catch up and sprint, begin to get red-faced and breathless, it will slow down again and you will once again have no choice but to follow because this is going to be - literally and metaphorically - the race of a lifetime, and if you speed now later on you will collapse and you will give in to your aching, shaking limbs.
It is the ultimate dictator and all around the world there are so many people racing against time to save a life in a hospital, to make it to work on time, to finish up that final report. And they think they're racing time but they're not. They will always be following it, because time dictates and you will follow.