I went to bed Thursday night and I woke up Monday morning.
Where the **** did my weekend go?
I made sure not to drink so I could remember it this time.

Why do I have this paycheck?
Wait, where did it go?
Here's another one. Cool.
Gone again. ****.

Wasn't I supposed to have some money saved?
Some energy recovered?
Some sleep caught up on?
Some more stories to tell than I do?

The sun is setting and the coffee isn't even done brewing.
I thought it would've been different this time around.
Late to life, early to death.
I don't want to work anymore, I just want to rest.

**** this impending deathbed regret.
Sleep is for the dead, and work is for the lost.