I forget who I am sometimes. I forget what I am. It's like I take these trips down all these different roads, each time a journey.
Every time I have to get to the end. You get the point where you give up, surrender, and then back away from the illusion. So I can turn again toward what's real.
It's a little like dying, getting killed. Then pulling yourself up, like a soul leaving the body, realizing who you are, what you are, coming back.