The Fleeting Hours

Another day is fading fast,

below an orange sky

as evening falls, it turns to black

and time, it seems to fly

The hours go by the clock won’t stop

It always continues on,

the tick tick tick tock of the watch,

It’s endless, never gone.

Another day will come again,

bringing sun or rain or snow

the morning will come swift as day came

what it brings, impossible to know.