Forces of Punctual Perfection

(Genre: Fictional Abstraction.. or “Language Arts”.. I guess..(?)),

A large part of me,
presently predicts that;

Forces of organizational punctual requirements,
Will always control me,

Now yes,
To (also) paraphrase what any critical forces might appear to try communicating towards me,
Although I feel that “everything” does NOT “revolve” around “me”..,
I’d still like to ask that;

However conscious or unconsciously intentionally,
Will the drivers,
serve to include,
or disenfranchise me,
from fairly moving up,
Within any emotional/sensory internal and/or social/geographical interdependently manifesting hierarchy ?

I guess time will continue to determine that ongoingly ?

Yet which individuals,
Who create and sell these screens,
Wish to manipulate what..?
and how..?
next,
(Pertaining to..),
Whenever that happens to be..?

Yes..,
I’m therefore NOT sure what these words I posted here could helpfully rise up to,
?

Essentially,
It often feels to make me mad,
When I feel to uncontrollably waste so much time,
being punctual for one person,
And/or,
Depriving more and more of my self-freedom,
Out of an excessive and capability limiting fear of possibly being tortured,
By the sensory hyperstimulated and emotionally dysregulated punctual forces of perfection obsession,
that might all unconsciously manifest against my morally expanding intelligence,
as they fill my time with trying to have me arrive at certain locations more often,

I’m referring to forces of punctual perfection,
Which are always looking for another so-called “justification” to hurt others who do not perfectly follow their instructions,

I feel that an important question to keep asking is;
In whichever forms of any levels;
Who instructs to construct,
elaborate forces for good or evil..?
I don’t know,
?
While,
I feel to remain to struggle trusting someone who claims to “know”,

Ahhhh!!
I don’t have a positive note to end this on,
And if that creates an excuse for someone to peer pressure me to try something he/she/they feels a need to sell to survive,

Well..,
Then I hope the side effects don’t make stuff worse in the long run..,

I’m like..,
Where must I run from..?
Where to..?
And I now guess that..,
Aside from “keeping” my “job”,
Among whichever other survival needs,
I don’t really know what to do..?