Clock slaves

Tick tock tick…….. Who’s moving? Clock needles or I! The time piece on my shelf though an unnoticed and quiet presence, but seems to have attained a rulers place in my life. At times it makes me think that I almost obey it as if it were some godly figure.  Six o’ clock, and I am off my bed. No time to think or argue as to why???  Cuz there is no option but to say “yes” to this Ultimate Boss alarm call. From now on, the clock needles shall move slowly but will keep me on my toes, spinning like a spindle the whole day long, meeting all the work deadlines, achieving various milestones pre scheduled and planning for more.  Making new things to do list when previous is done.  What a mess is this TIME MANAGEMENT issue. I think I am managing time but in fact Time manages to drive me mad. And when I feel like holding my over fatigued poor little head in my hands, this time piece smiles subtly on me as if it were happy to enslave me. Watches were invented to watch time on, but ironically enough they seem to watch our lives and rule us. Admit it or not, but we have become “Clock Slaves”