"Well boy, you sure took me for one big ride
And even now I sit and I wonder why
That when I think of you I start myself to cry
I just can't waste my time, I must keep dry
Gotta stop believing in all your lies
'Cause there's too much to do before I die"
Landscape, surrealism, matte background, oil on canvas, talking to oneself, a message directed at one's own mental illness.