Dreamland

Oh dearest king Leon, off lost in his head.
Adrift in a dreamland awake in his bed
the strangest of subjects, he dreams of great tales
of flying through treetops upon twisted gales
direction not chosen, irregular juts
swooping and swerving and landing in ruts
lost of all senses and wandering forests
he shrinks to the ground and lays down upon it
delving in further, he reaches in deep
finding quiet and love hes intending to keep
for no greater value is a break from the crown
then to lay in a forest as rain buckets down
his crown weighs him heavy, of silver and gold
but such feelings are something he'd rather with-hold
away from the busy demands and the pressure
a day to be normal can make it all better
but awakened he is now, from dreams and from magic
returned to his day-job of pressure and panic
but return he will to his fantasy dreamland
where all is as wished, spontaneous and unplanned.