kind of wierd

Last night before falling asleep.
all the things i was thinking of,
came out in rhyme.
It was strange;
thinking of things not done yet,
preparing for yet another time to be gone.
All the things not yet done
and it all came out in true verse,
 not this broken, patched up stuff i have here.
Sleep came easily,
but did not stay.
for obstacles keep coming up.
People who have needs,
things needed to be done.
I shake my head,
i am done.