Hours

 

The hours of the day

Twist and turn

Wretched and perfect

The wheels forever turn

And if you find you’re

Just sitting there

Without a care in the world

Escape and dream the day away

For this day is as lost

As forever will be

There is no substance to time

Yet time matters – making

Sense of the otherwise wild chaos

And taming everything into

Minute, second, day.