100 Years

Why do we all grow old?
 Why do we buy the seeds of elderly?
 I want to break that mold
 Fuck aging gracefully, I'm gonna be
 kicking and screaming and always dreaming
 about tomorrow's fun.
 And even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.
 Why even write a will?
 'Cause we will never die if we don't
 resign to a life fulfilled.
 Can't you at least find one space in yourself
 that's not been filled, you can't be killed yet
 because your book's not done.
 And even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.
 Don't live a double life,
 shoot many multiples above two.
 Oh, we found a greenhouse blown to smithereens
 "What a scene," said a dark traveling companion
 (Kicking, screaming, always dreaming)
 That's when I noticed my shadow seemed to have gone missing again
 and my best new friend was smiling
 I could see every tooth in him
 That's when I noticed the foolishness that I'd been harping upon
 been going on and on and on
 all along