
I could dwell in bleak and black
and misery
and often have an aching heart
or breaking back,
I'd rather look at stars above
or sea below or Ferlinghetti's City Lights!
I could live in recompense
and agony
and often have a guilty soul
or faulty thought,
I'd rather razzle-dazzle, write a poem
or read a line from Emily!
I could clutch the negative
and suffering
and often have a silent word
or brooding mood
I'd rather laugh and sing and sing and laugh
and dance about in Camelot!