Timing

I wonder as the hours trundle on
How much I pay attention to the time.
I notice it the most when it is gone,
Or when its costs begin to quickly climb,
But even on the lazy, unkempt days
I see it as it trickles past my head
And penetrates my calm, uncaring haze
To make me wonder what to do instead.
So is time something that I care about?
I cannot be too sure whether it is.
But in that climate of continual doubt,
I like to listen to the seconds fizz,
And find the clock a useful pastime too
In that it chimes the hours for review.