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.
