The Run

With the time being late there was nothing else left then panic. Panic for being late, for not succeeding, for failing and in some way being a failure as a person. But contrary to other times, there was no panic. Or.. maybe there was some, hiding behind some corner? If just for once there would be a timeless bubble to hide in.. to be alone with task at hand, without time and without the rest of the world.. Though what point is anything, anywhere, anytime, without 'the rest of the world'. The systems of systems and flow on time - things that not even most utopian dictator or guru has been "able" to hide from, no matter how dillusional. So here it is..the "late"..?