Week starts again

I’m afraid of the life I have built for myself.
It’s left me with nowhere to go.
The twist in my chest tells me so.
I’m fighting the fright every sunday night.
The terror takes hold of me then -
And the week starts all over again.

And there’s deadlines to meet
And there’s errands to run
I take too many breaks
And I have too much fun
There’s too much distraction from everyone
I start making progress, I’m coping, and then
The week starts again
The week starts again.