Vermont Magic

I’m up in Vermont
I can do what I want

But I don’t like hiking
And I’m scared of biking

It’s okay outdoors
Unless it rains or it pours

I could view the green hills
But just a few minutes it fills

It’s too cold now to swim in the lake
And I don’t like to cook or to bake

Round and round the floor I pace
My mind is spinning all over the place

Indeed I am starting to feel a bit manic
It’s worse than that; it’s actual panic

I must get back to civilization
There I know my proper station

Vermont is just the biggest bore
The worst of the worst — a complete snore

Then it hits me between the eyes
I’m weak at the knees, ankles and thighs

I’m so into myself I end up tragic
For I’ve totally missed my life’s magic

I’ve no more relevance in New York City
Than out in the country where it’s so pretty

If I can find no meaning in contemplation
Then my life itself is a cruel imitation

Now I take another look at what’s around
With fervent steps I lead and bound

Baking, hiking, biking in the green hills
It is all just fine my cup it fills

I feast upon my many alternatives
To each I now have a strong affirmative

I’m up in Vermont
I can do what I want