Into battle,
into a war,
yes, I head ready to fight once more,
ready to fight with all my might,
ready to destroy my enemies,
and my miseries with such rapidity,
in the night,
yes, headed to fight,
headed to fight in my dreams,
so, tired of the day,
so tired and stressed,
and wanting to get away,
and now here I am off to bed,
to get some sleep,
but unfortunately, reality being what it is,
the night is unfortunately far too often,
with the stresses of the day,
unlike to rest me,
and usually broken sleep shatters my mind,
and night-time it is never mostly a peaceful time,
and no matter which day of the week,
the night is never an undisturbed night,
but a night of tossing and turning,
and a night filled with the nightmares of the day,
nightmares that in my dreams do not go away,
so, in my pyjamas I go to bed dreading the night’s sleep because of the day’s stresses floating around my head,
and when I am awake in the light of the morning,
and when I arise from my slumber into the day
I am barely more rested than when I went to sleep,
and it is driving me I swear,
driving me into an early grave.