The King's Sleep

The passing day was filled with talk
And many points so deftly made
Now float above me standing here
While resting in the evening shade.

I sit right down and contemplate
Such matters as they stand
And think it may just serve me best
To sleep to understand.

In sleep I often wake to things
Awake I cannot see
And calculate so many things
Today were lost on me.

And read between the lines to know
More than what was really said
Talk to myself, remind myself
Without problems I am dead.

Amazed I am when I'm asleep
I have such mighty power
I'll write a speech, do complex math
Or plan my day by hour.

Though I'm asleep I see myself
As someone looking in
To my own world from just outside
At ease in my own skin.

When morning comes the cloud
Which floated round me yesterday
I hold deep in my fist so tight
And rule for one more day.