for thirty years

last night as i laid in bed i wondered what the hell i am going to do with myself if i live another,, say thirty years…. can a person last that long sitting in front of a computer screen writing random bits of poetry? i do not have huge aspirations i do not have a list of unfulfilled dreams i don’t even have a multitude of things i am putting off doing… i could stand to lose a little weight- but is weight loss a reason to live? and suppose i do,, lose weight that is then what?