Words to dreams

So the other night I couldn't sleep,
my eyes would blink, but open again.
i played a lullaby to close shutters for the night,
the shop is closed, i meant my eyes.
but then the tune instead gave energy,
i started typing what i wanted to say,
kept typing till i could.
then i could sense the words coming out slower,
and slower, slower and then really slow.
any line could be the last line of this prose,
or it could even end somewhere unknown
somewhere maybe in the middle of nowhere.
you could be expecting this poem to end properly,
then all of a sudden the