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