Challenge 2: February - A Poem a Day #19

I wake up at 2 am and my life is surreal,
like, "Hey Sir, is that real?"
A series of alarms and goals mark my day,
an hour of this, that,
and a night here or there
for free play

The clutter is calmer than lethargy,
though,
the structure
more stable than
free verse

Still,
it all feels off