The floor is the sea
I lay upon my boat
And I dream where to be
My sail is a sheet
That traps in the heat
I travel every night
To make it to Port Sleep Tight
Though I am more like a pirate
Stealing time away
From the sheeps that play
I float atop the feathers
No matter the weather
Though I have companions
Often I make the journey alone
The bed doesn't move
But neither does the boat
It's the sea the moves
Just like my heart
I drift away into the deep
Maybe someday I'll find Port Sleep.
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