The future will be everything you currently desire
A realisation of the traits that humans most admire
The future will be Maori-Inca togas trimmed with gold
The future will be newspapers set in Futura Bold

The future will be homosexual gods who come from France
The future will be animals who speak in Afrikaans
The future will be hula hoops entwined with gamma rays
The future will be communism with a human face

And I am living long ago
For I live in the past

The future will be mind control over gravity
The future will be voyages through the sea beneath the sea
An orange ethane bungalow on Titan's highest ridge
Because the moons of Saturn are the perfect place to live

And stratospheric rollerdomes that roll like rubber balls
From land to land and where they land there'll be no roads or walls

The future will be Shakespeare riding on a copper wire
The future will be African, with Euro-Asian flare
The future will be everything you currently admire
A realisation of the traits that humans most desire
And I am living long ago
For I live in the past