Sunday night

Well here we go again, into the breach
To my weekly battle I’m off to fight
It’s always the same, every Sunday night
I walk paths where the goal is out of reach
It’s me versus my constant enemy
Who only comes out during this one time
It’s on my frustrations he will dine
The demon of insomnia wants me
He wants to fight – Not to hear me snoring
This week won’t bring a change. He wants to keep
Me as far away from my treasured sleep
And I’m left a wreck on Monday morning

I won’t win – He’ll add to his winning streak
And it all will begin again next week

10th October 2004