Upon Viewing Brueghel's 'landscape With The Fall Of Icarus'

I was born into self-actualization

I knew exactly who I was

But I never got my chance to be young

So when you lay me inside of a coffin

Bury me on the side of the hill

That's a good place to get some thinking done

It didn't work out the way that I planned it

They all seem to want to take it away

Everything that I thought to be true

So it's obvious to me somebody

Somewhere must have really done a number on you

And I know because the fuckers got me too

All the pretty horses

All flowers and trees

They will all mean less than nothing

When it all has come to be

God sent me a vision of the future

In a dream on a Saturday night

And I see no reason to celebrate

For when I saw it I wept like a child

It came to me like a knife in the chest

You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache

So Father, if it's possible

Let this cup pass me by

But if it can't without my drinking it

Then thy will be done