I’ve been dead to reality, tossed onto deeper shores of subconciousness 

I awoke, saying “oh, shit” repeatedly, to no one. 
I’ve been rallied by events, by interactions, by conversation 
I don’t know how to look back at my time of sleep 

With remorse, or with curiosity. 
I am pulled by the current of the loves in my life 

And I am thankful.