A long long week,
A short short weekend,
My body feels weak,
My spirit weakened,

Days and days of deadlines,
Time speeding up as I age,
Getting closer and closer to red lines,
And all this for a meager wage.

But trusty Saturday arrives,
Hugs me with duvet respite,
And lucid dreams that I contrive
Reawaken my mind throughout the night.

But sleep demands company,
So even on Sundays you'll hear my alarm bleeping,
For to succumb to sleep's Siren bewitchery,
Would see me forever sleeping.