Dot to dot

Falling off to sleep,
I write this on my bed.
Lucid memories arise
as I start to rest my head.

Running through the days,
that I thought were long forgot.
Slowly joining them together
like a dot to dot.

But this dot to dot is messy,
as I replay memories in my mind.
I've lived my life lazily
I've been living completly blind.

I have not seen the end,
but I hope I'll get there soon.
Because I can't make out the picture
as I've drawn my lines to crude.