Hours

He was an anxious boy
A roving wandering thing
A drifter alone in the void

Each day goes racing by
The moment turning to stone
Just watching the time go
The hours just ticking away

Now he's an ardent man
A fervent scrambling thing
Still stumbling alone in the void

Hardened and ossified
He's slowly turning to stone
How quickly the time goes
The hours just slipping away