Sometimes when I wake up,
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I'm going, where I've gone,
or where I've been.
Yet I am in the same place
that I was when I began to dream,
after going back to sleep
while thinking on what I have seen.
In this moment, undisturbed in space and time,
I try to orient myself against the world.
But I can't tell what's close, what I can reach,
and what is farther,
What’s someone else's, what’s no one's
or what's mine.
Then I wake, the world it hits me,
it’s future virtues, present vices and past sins.
I'm back where I belong, the ocean.
Will I sink today, or will I swim?