Sleepyhead

Tiredness lies heavily
behind my eyes
as I sit in the office
and dream
of my new bike.
It's shiny newness,
awaiting me.
Eager for an outing.
Tyres to be caked in mud.
And gathering speed
through the countryside,
exercising all its gears.
I know it sits
in the living room -
virgin,
on the carpet.
Waiting powerlessly
for my return.