Years ago I went on a future-trip
To an unimaginably distant land
Full of wonders and richness I was unworthy of

Where the natives growled and howled and snarled
Throwing rocks and stones and barbs upon me
Whispering “you don’t belong! you don’t belong!”

Now I live in that distant land
And find no natives, but travelers
All whispering “Do I belong? Do I belong?”

Yet my mind still lies to me and says
In the future lands I must visit
I am unworthy. I do not belong.