My sleep cycle sits idling as I prepare myself for bed.
I climb aboard, shift into first and then lay down my head.
At first, Night's road has twists and turns and so I take it slow,
But then it straightens out a bit and I can let it go.
Upshifting now from one to two I let my eyelids close
I do not need them open to see just how it goes.
New vistas quickly open as I shift from two to three,
At times I'm far above the clouds, at times below the sea.
My faithful cycle chugs along, I pat it on the tank;
It has carried me through many dreams, I know who I should thank.
The sun is now above the hill, my eyes are open wide,
My sleep cycle is put away until the next night's ride.
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