Number one once felt like number two
Number two once felt like number one
Number three once felt like zero

Number one hundred once felt like number one
but that was a long time ago
For as the other numbers passed him in the line
he slowly faded away

Then one day he took a deep breath
and counted to three
and remembered when he used to be
number one

He straightened up his crooked posture
and moved outside the line
and as he went he saw those numbers
and really didn't care

Because in his mind and in his heart
he was still a number one
Just that after such a long time
his mind had been molded by all the images
His head was filled with stuff not needed anymore
so he threw away the heavy luggage and went across the street

And on the other part of the street he saw his number one
One day those two made love and now they are three

And in their eyes all three are number one


The end

- And the beginning