I actually scheduled for this to be published 21:21hrs on the 21st January 2021. [Hence the title. Doink!] But nothing! I’m actually looking at the side panel that says it’d publish then. That’s almost a week ago. Oh well, WordPress.

Leave me alone before the fireworks burst
Before the hugs and the kisses, and all the best wishes
Just leave me the one glass and a half-filled carafe
And take yourself away to join all the rest
There’s probably numbers I can call
There’s people I can face
But I feel just so appalled
Every effort doomed to waste
I feel unfettered. But my mind’s all cluttered
I’m standing still. But feel unsettled
So many choices of how to be
So many options for just being me
I have no fitting character
For these circumstances
Nothing in the nether
Nothing in past tenses
Perhaps it’s time to invent a new person
Who’ll give form to this dysfunction
A shape from my imagination
And reboot myself as a work of fiction