Oh, Lord Won't You Send Me A New-Fangled Thing?

Oh, Lord, wont't you send me a new-fangled thing?

I'm blowing up, I'm blowing up
I'm the pudgy kid chewing the purple gum in
Willy Wanka's chocolate factory,

it's all this energy
what do I do with it?
where do I channel it?
and when did it grow so big?

I can't contain mself
I'm stuck inside of me

puffing and huffing,
in a moment or two
I'll be blown away
by an ill wind...
I just know it.

or perhaps I'm a clever Puffer fish
and I'm too small
for this fish tank, eyes all around me
with nary a drop of Silence
to quench my thirst and set me free

I am a child's red balloon
filled
with the art of letting go.