Toggle The Time Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Ten deleted stars doesn't mean the sky is falling,
Just as a few added wrinkles don't imply that one has reached the age of expiration
Why then, do human being feel the need to toggle the time during spring and winter?
It would seem that altering the hour is playing God,
It feels like something is slippery about such a directive
Do we ask for a volcano to erupt,
Or an earthquake to occur?
No, since that isn't or calling or province
Yet even those who abhor cheating may not take time to pause,
Since we feel it is our duty to be on the clock
We do what is requested, even if it is mystical and unusual,
Hoping there's an okay core within the process to believe in
Only time will tell, when it says so