4th Dimension
You can run until you’re out of breath
You can jump until your face turns red
My head hurts trying to know which way to go

It’s a simple movement in
A direction I’ve never been
That’s where I want to go

I want to see insides
Show them to me
I want to see insides of everything

I‘m not the king of pointland
So why try for that kind of bliss
I’m configured to miss
The point which is all is connectedness
But I’m not a king, or even a point, so the point is moot
My desire to aspire is acute

What if the movement is no movement at all
What if the trick is to be still until there’s nowhere to go
Then we could see insides
Show them to me
We could see insides of everything
I want to see....
I want to see insides of everything