I sleep as I imagine horses do
Galloping through my dreams at breakneck speed
And when I reached the finish line I knew
I was a thoroughbred and champion steed
I sleep as I imagine greyhounds would
Dreaming of that hare that leads the race
My heart is pulsing, raging streams of blood
As I race around with others at some pace
I’d like to sleep just like a three toed sloth
Almost motionless and with no cares
Until I wake from sleep, I can’t be both
A greyhound or a horse, but then, who Cares?
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