Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark. - Bob Dylan

. . . he never did like to talk about it all that much
'It's my work,' he'd say, 'and I do it for pay

"But it grieves my heart, love,
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist.
It's all just a dream, babe,
A vacuum, a scheme, babe,
That sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
By worthless foam from the mouth.
I can tell you are torn
Between stayin' and returnin'
On back to the South.

From "To Ramona

Then you notice the cherry blossoms, and you see that nature is unaffected by all this. Poplar trees, the red butterflies, the fragile beauty of flowers, the sun — you see how nature is indifferent to it all.