"perspire in futility"
I'm a cube rolling down a hill
I'm a sphere trying to be still
I'm a triangle dreaming a romb
My geometry is valid, but intentions unsound.
Unless I'm a line spinning around

There's a theorem somewhere burried in there,
if only I could stop...
Oh no, I'm a dot!

Put me to rest, won't you please
I am hopeless
a one-dimensional dimwit clown
unless one even less
is the true answer to my call!

Thus I reduced myseld to death,
but the dead do not intend
and so I left the non-dimensional land where only intentions are enough.

Now I am who knows what (as it is more to the point than the clarity of not).