“Modern science has extended human life. But is longevity what you really want? Be careful what you wish for... Come on… face the music!"
Will I still be active, passionate and full of life? Or will I feel redundant, Yearning for the day I’ll die…
Will I still be relevant, or will I be ignored? Never thought I’d wonder What the future has in store… When I’m a hundred sixty-four
Where will I be living, marble palace or dirt floor? When will I get my pension, I wouldn’t want to work no more… When I’m a hundred sixty-four
Will I turn grey, or sport a toupee? Or even care anymore… At a hundred sixty-four
I hope I’ll still be noticed. Turning heads like before Will I be cool or nerdy, up-to-date or dinosaur When I’m a hundred sixty-four
Will I be lazy, stuck in my chair It all seems so crazy, guess I won’t care anymore…at a hundred sixty-four I might just be bored… at a hundred sixty-four