I go thru the wake-up routine, turn things on, visit the non-mentioned room,and pour myself some coffee

Hit the dial, yet organ music fills the air rather than the classical that should be there, what this?

The coffee brewed, was it set an hour late?

I look at the computer screen and something is wrong it says it’s an hour later than what my brain wants to accept.

How did I end up in a different time zone, yet never left my house?

Coffee inhaled, my mind starts to come out of the fog

Something about Eastern standard time, daylight saving time,

Spring, fall, back, forward, I know it will come to me

I look at the clock over on the wall  it my time, the one I will accept.

The world out there is saying one thing, yet around me I’m in a different zone

Oh I’m in the time zone funk with all of the adjusting that needs to be done

 Clocks are a quick fix, the clock by the door which is always 5 minutes ahead so I think I’m always a little late, now I’m way early

 Body clocks they take longer, why am I hungry when it a hour before I should eat?

The sun is up later, but sets later in the day

 It a game of catch up, but each day gets a little longer