Master time

Destiny has a funny way,
Of taking back control,
By the death of me I will finally say,
That I somehow reached a soul...
As I master time every second chimes,
In this race around the clock,
To leave fast behind this unholy bind,
While I'm begging that it stops...
Then I take command of the minute hand,
Way before my hours due,
It's the shortest span that I understand,
That's still contemplating youth...
But is every wrinkle I confirm,
Explaining once again,
Its just a log of no concern,
Contained within my skin...?
Though my body stopped believing,
That it would ever master time,
My soul lives on conceding,
To the master of its kind...