Freedom is in the eye of distance How far can you go If you're a second person Only so many meters per Unless there's change Then you can slash another second And prepare for more and more Or less and little Pretend to know and you're On your own rope Holding the braided racket To your unapologetic cheek Turn and face It's the only race A species of everything The universe calls its god Follow, then, As anything is part And parcels properly posted Are ready for rains and suns