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

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

But trusty Saturday arrives
Hugs me with duvet respite
Yet lucid dreams that I contrive
Reawakened my mind all 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