My thoughts

My Thoughts I toss and turn as I try to sleep this late at night my thoughts grow deep. Thinking of what is, what could have been,and what's to come. These thoughts I think, till alas, im done. I close my eyes, and lay down my head upon my soft and cozy bed and still these thoughts will not be dead. They ask me questions I do not want to answer of death and love and pain and cancer But now i pour it out to the, these thoughts that sometimes burden me, to see if infact there is a truth, and all these thoughts i leave to you. For you are bright and young and new, and surely you can see it through to find the answeres to these problems, to work your very best to solve them. To you i bid a sorrowful farewell, i pray unlike me, you do not fail.