Show a view to someone who chose to
Live his whole life in a cave
He’ll raise his arms to protect his eyes from burning
And the blindness to which he belongs
This time it’s me, it’s me—cascades of chances I’ll just let them be
The unfamiliar is right below our eyes
But we look for what we know
Freedom never greater than its owner,
Freedom is the mastery of the known
Freedom never greater than its owner
No view is wider than the eye