It’s the Time Zone Funk – Backward, Forward And Back Again


I come out of unconsciousness, when I hear the coffee brewing, a start of another day

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

I hit the dial on the radio, there is organ music playing where the classical tunes should be, what’s this ?

I look at my computer screen and something is wrong

It says it an hour earlier than my brain wants to accept

How did I end up in a different time zone when I never left my home

Coffee inhaled, mind coming out of a fog

Something about Eastern standard, daylight saving time?

Spring, fall, backwards and forward I know it will come to me

I look at the clock on the wall, it’s my time one that I can accept

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

Oh, I’m in a time zone funk,

With all the adjusting that needs to be done

Clocks are a quick fix

Body clocks take longer, why am I not hungry when it time to it’s time to eat

The sun’s up earlier and sets way too early for my liking

It’s a game of catch up, against the backdrop

Of winters’ approach

When night overcomes day

It’s hard not to have that

Time Zone Funk

reworked, re-posted from 10 years ago

Of Time and Space


I collect clocks and watches

For I can’t seem to keep Time

Clocks all around the house

Each set to slightly different Time

A minute forward here

A couple minutes set back there

So as I wander

Around my home

I have that sense

Of traveling thru Time and Space

Side-note: the clock by my door is always set

4 minutes ahead,

so as I’m leaving

I tend to feel like I’m running late