When all the world was very young And mountain magic heavy hung The supermen would walk in file Guardians of a loveless isle. - David Bowie

Still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild.
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet.
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test.

Blackstar, two days before his death. And interestingly, that record was a kind of self-interview — Bowie’s most fearless and open of them all, wherein he answers the ultimate hard question “What is it like to be dying?” — and reveals in poetic detail what had meaning to him in his life … while addressing his audience with a certain innate gratitude as he says goodbye.

I’m just a cosmic yob, I suppose.