Out of Order

Things out of order, schedule awry,
Could it be the routine that has aided
my day to proceed as usual, oh my,
though with whimsy or confusion faded

Begin the day again, other side of bed?
Or let prompting, of personal history,
just move forward, intuition led,
forget analysis and mystery.

A look at the day, perhaps with thought,
position, narrow and wide ways,
perspective with upside-down-ness, fraught,
its situation, at least, sideways.