The Format by Connor Geoffroy

The Format

It tells us when to wake up

To approach daily tasks

Not to be late

For to disregard this you regret

It spreads even all life

As we file in order

To honor the system

And check uniform

A sequence of events

Noted individually as a whole

Take place within this rule

That it shall not be broken

Presently time is irrelevant

For now we ignore structure

They say to heed it

But even without it

I still wake up