irrational conclusions of a time

numbers going up and down they're felt
but what we have to do with them's not clear
they measure in detail the touch of air
along a cycle we'd call it i guess a daily belt
too cool to walk not hot enough to smelt
the purest ore that comes into our care
but still we're certain things are just unfair
that's the only hand that we've been dealt
the hour too it seems to me should be late
what rhythms time has left are fading
so what will matter won't be in conflict
the pressures of the day will not abate
we've got the orders got the bill of lading
and something soon will happen we predict