The Clock

I dream of a life
Where I’m not beholden
To the alarm clock
Or the calendar
A life where
I forget the date
And the time of day
Because it’s not important
And the only thing
I use
As a metric
Of time
Is the sun
And I go to bed
When I’m tired
Not when I have to
Squeeze in
8 hours sleep
To get up
The next morning
For a job
That won’t budge
On a half an hour
Lunch break