What is reality?

My memories drift like waterlogged wood,
softened,
unrecognizable,
carried off by the current.

Blurred thoughts dissolve—
feelings numbed into oblivion.
The lines of my history fade,
the lessons blur,
the teachings unlearnable.

The cycle begins again—
pain with no origin,
grief with no grave,
doomed to repeat
again and again

Fall asleep.
Forget.
Repeat.