It made sense before
We had routines, schedules
You had to be there, at that time, with those people
We had plans
Sometimes they would fall through
Mostly they did not
But it was okay because tomorrow would come
And we would get up
Go about our day
Just like yesterday and the day before that and the day before that
But now
There is no structure
The middle of the afternoon could easily be the morning
Drinking wine before noon has become somewhat the norm
Falling asleep at 6am is still questionable,
But rather quite common
Creativity peaks in the dead of the night
And laziness follows through most of the day
It is nothing but a concept
A false ideology that forces us to show up and do
Yet now you see
Anything is possible
No matter the time
No matter the day
No matter who you are
