The world is divided
into those who can love but do find no response 
and to those who are loved but are incapable of loving. 
It is an unfair world, 
yes I know, 
but this is our world the year 2020 and counting. 

Those who are loved but are incapable of loving 
are the privileged ones. 
They enjoy all the rich, the spoils and the admiration. 
They are beautiful. 
They walk the earth on light feet. 
When they die they will be reborn as tambourines.

Those who can love but do find no response are melancholic. 
They crave of a new world of sense and intimacy. 
They are day-dreamers. 
They will be reborn not.  
When they die, they will be alone and unsatisfied, 
but with a small light still burning in their soul, 
a flame of desire. 

I am a superbeing, 
I come from the year 3020 
and I am dying…alone and unsatisfied.