"Containing multitudes" by Bob Dylan
Today, tomorrow, and even yesterday
Flowers wilt like everything else
Follow me closely, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
I’ll go crazy if you don't come with me
I ruffle my hair and fight bloody feuds
I contain multitudes

I have a revealing heart, like Mr. Poe

I have hidden skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll toast to the truth and the things we’ve said
I’ll toast to the man you share your bed with
I paint landscapes and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes