A Song To Welcome The Onset Of Maturity

Somebody is crouching in a corner I've ignored
Since I was knee-high to an aunt I never met
There's a therapeutic pillow on the floor
Beside the darker piece of wall that is continually wet
And I don't know if I can see beyond the fingers of my hand
That I can dangle at my will before my face
And I'm not sure if I believe that there is nothing up my sleeve
It isn't comfortable and happy in its place
For I am empty in my emptiness surrounds me and engulfs me
And I love it and its warmth and faint aroma make me smile
For being empty has potential, think of all the things to fill me
All the pregnant possibilities on trial
So shove your gleeful mug in my direction, heal my throbbing word erection
Take it in your mouth and try to smile
There's a lot more where that came from and I know you're disillusioned
Is a key to doors that wait expectant, mile on fucking mile
So take it all -- with a belly full of salt
Take it all -- 'cause it's totally your fault
Cringing at a joke I told while drunk and 41 years old
I wonder if there's karma after all
But only for a second till I'm beckoned to a pattern
Then I doodled on the floor when I was small
And I don't know if I can go as far as where I used to go
Without a thought for my own safety or of yours
And I'm not sure that if I went there that i'd like the buried treasure
That I hid beneath the crazed linoleum floor
For I am fearful and my fear is all around me and engulfs me
And I love it but its warmth and faint aroma make me sick
For my fear is all I recognize from when I was so little
My eyes were soft to every adult trick
So take my shriveled psyche, stretch it out between your fingers
Look through lenses made to magnify my soul
There is no more where that came from and I know your disillusion
Is a key to doors that all obscure that gaping fucking hole