Not many understand the concept of breathing
For the rain became placid
And as of result, my mind became numb
And as the serenity of what is
Becomes the serenity of what was,
Our bodies travel forward
In this Fourth Dimension
  
People Lose Sight Of Time

And what a proficient view!
Men walk the streets beneath
Their great umbrellas,
People feign their beliefs in humanity
But as it so happens to be--

There Is None

"Why won't you come my darling?
Where is it that you plan to go?"
And she would ignore the very syllables
I pathetically spat
And the very life of the sound had withered away

It became your favorite toy,
You know?
The one you lent your cousin;
The one that lost it's heroism in his hands
As it lost it's leg--
As his Fourth Dimensional state changed in what
seemed to be an instant!

So entirely drastic
For my change was not noticeable
To the naked eye--
And what a proficient view!--
That one only sees my eyes water
And my lungs spout a shriek
Nothing drastic

But Now I Can't Shriek

For I am now a man
And my lungs may only keep me breathing,

Or so the concept goes