Life used to be like clockwork
We’d wake to the rooster crowing.
Now with daylight saving time
There’s no way precise way of knowing…
…What time it really is
Or who’s the one in charge.
While the sun is slowly shrinking
And the moon is waxing large.
And what of our blessed schedules
That keep us all in line?
Without that sense of order
We become impatient and unkind.
We wake up in total darkness
All our dreams are interrupted.
Our internal clocks are broken
Our days thereby corrupted.
They say farmers somehow benefit
But come let’s all be clear.
The hour that they’ve made us lose
Is the one we hold most dear.