I sing and I laugh and I dance and I scheme
and I sit and I plan my impossible dream.
I will make myself happy, I'll find my own bliss
through intense concentration, if not, hit or miss.
Not a single sad thought will inhabit my mind,
toward a hint of depression I'll be disinclined.
I'll make grandiose plans for amusement and fun
and perhaps there's a small chance that I might outrun
all the poisonous things that go bump in the night
and the mindset I'm stuck with that blocks out the light,
for it's light that I need to sustain my position
of remaining in one place by my own volition,
for when I stop darting and dashing about,
a vast hole surrounds me and sucks my soul out,
and the sun becomes black, time drags, leaden and grey
and my life becomes one endless colorless day.
When these dark wings enfold me, as surely they will,
it's then science and God blend in one little pill,
and I know that the capsule I keep on my shelf
is the only way I can save me from myself,
for despite the composure I attempt to maintain
some computers demur to compute in my brain,
and although I'm determined to be on my own,
to be shrink free and pill free and go it alone,
in the end I'll take anything, knowing the worth
of the alchemy that can suspend hell on earth.