Day 21: Lake

I don't need much concentration
to know when I'm in pain.
These kinds of dreams aren't
worth a mention,
But they keep collecting
in my brain.

When I sleep,
my mind's a circle,
looping round and round.
I close my eyes to see
where I may be found.

My bed turns into a raft
and drifts away
to a lake, unknown.

I see it all for what it is:
simply a rough draft.

Everything can be forgiven.
What is left, we'll have to live.