The Hands of Time

Does Time really run like clockwork, True to the dictates of mankind, Never more than a mill-second out? Or does someone or something have a hand, In giving some of us more time than others, With many arriving at their destination dead on time, And others cheating death more than once, By being fashionably late, With many frozen in time, Awaiting their arrival? And if that is so, Do the thinkers get the most time, And the more impulsive less? Do we all travel through time at the same pace, Or do some of us have more time to waste? Can our actions speed up time, Or is it inaction that is the time killer? Maybe we need to take a leaf out of the good book, And accept like Jesus did that our time here is based, On the task we have been set, And that we get to stay as long as that takes, No more, no less, And clocks will never accurately measure, What is set in stone, By a different set of hands?