100 Years

There's a song that's affected me for... a long time. I heard it once and never heard it again. Every time it came on I would run, or change, or do anything else to get away from thinking about the words, thinking about the future, thinking about my own mortality... and just now I decided to give it a second thought. Now, that I've made this elaborate plan for the next ten years, long since committing to living one day at a time and only setting short term goals to keep from thinking about age or time or experience. I did it. I looked it up and listened, and I think it's easier now. To deal with. I still cried, but.. Maybe I shouldn't keep hiding from fate. From death. From life. 
This stuff is really hard for me to keep together.
I'm attached to this. I'm attached to what my life is like now, and I'm terrified of anything that rattles my inane, meaningless status quo.. Cruise ships, tow trucks, progress, and time. It's a complicated sentiment.
By coincidence it's the final days of the year which marks a decade of this music's existence. Ten years after it started fucking up my life is the time I've come to think about the following ten. 
And somehow, I'm reveling in the comedy of life.