Forcing a Rhyme 101

I lay down into my bed
All these thoughts roll through my head
Of everything I've done and said
And what I should have done instead
And of the days that lie ahead
Even those after I'm dead.
Yet as these grains of thought do spread
And plant themselves as weights of lead
To pull me down and slow my tread
One seed grows to shroud my dread.


[Uhm...to be continued, I guess.]