Why do we all grow old?nWhy do we buy the seeds of elderly?nI want to break that moldnFuck aging gracefully, I'm gonna bennkicking and screaming and always dreamingnabout tomorrow's fun.nAnd even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.nnWhy even write a will?n'Cause we will never die if we don'tnresign to a life fulfilled.nCan't you at least find one space in yourselfnnthat's not been filled, you can't be killed yetnbecause your book's not done.nAnd even after 100 years I'll never feel quite done.nnDon't live a double life,nshoot many multiples above two.nnOh, we found a greenhouse blown to smithereensnWhat a scene, said a dark traveling companionn(Kicking, screaming, always dreaming)nnThat's when I noticed my shadow seemed to have gone missing againnand my best new friend was smilingnI could see every tooth in himnnThat's when I noticed the foolishness that I'd been harping uponnbeen going on and on and onnall along