Night poem

One of the nights poems,

Long time ago,

When I lay with closing my eyes,

Things used to change up,

Weird thoughts begin to turn true,

Things we never thought started to turn cool,

For if bad or worse it turned,

I would wake up,

Realizing it was all fluke,

For it gave some way into my mind,

Some imaginations and some more,

For it happened with most of all,

Characters start to take up life,

Beats of heart was controlled as it dream ran,

Nothing felt fake,

For it was real,

No one could just crawl out easy of it,

For now I should try sleeping,

Nice and easy,

To continue what I did long time before. . .