Box of Thoughts

Just a short little poem about life.

I keep a box under my bed
that's filled with thoughts all from my head.
It's small and square
and nothing new,
just dreams of things I'd like to do.

It's filled with notes
and little scribbles,
just things I wrote
all mindless dribble.

One day I'll die
and leave behind
the box of thoughts all from my mind