Think outside the box

I am a thought

Sometimes I'm a pleasant thought

Sometimes I'm bad thought

And sometimes I close the thoughts in a box

For Few moments of silence

It's not just that I have boxes next to the bed

All my thoughts are in a box

Before bed, I open the red box

And put there all my fantasies

I open the black box

And put there all my fears

I open the pink box

And put there all my joy

I open the green box

And put there all my madness

I open the white box

And put there all my quiet

In the Morning I got up, I take a Littel bit From every box

So basically I'm just a box with a soul?