Poe et here

TIME
Time is so ungrateful in its insistence.
We haven’t much of it.
How can we protect ourselves
From its relentless chase?
We can, you know.
Time reminds me of a muscular dog.
You walk it or it drags you.
One must master.
How can I master time?
Ride it like a bull in a rodeo,
While it wears my body parts out?
In the end both win.
Time claims me.
As I reflect on the ride
I can see how I have won the contest.
The prize is mine as long as I stay on the bull
To direct it.
To control it.
To master it.
How do you direct time?
Tell me of your rodeo struggles.
Where are you going?