Hidden Things from Woebegone by Eliot Wilder

Can we know the world around us
When so much is kept from view
We all got our special secrets
So much we're never privy to
It's one of life's puzzling mysteries
All these private little histories

Hidden things
All these hidden things
Hidden things
Can you find them
Hidden things
What does blind them

Imagine a life in a world of clarity
One without the subterfuge
You could make a choice with confidence
The difference would be huge
It would be like pulling back the blinds
Letting light into a billion darkened minds

I want to see what no one else has seen
I want to see inside your head
I want to see what no one else has seen
Go where angels fear to tread

Well it's easy to get lost these days
No one says just what they mean
Nothing is black and nothing is white
It's always somewhere in-between
I want for a world where stuff is sorted
But I live in a world that's distorted

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