In 12 minutes time...

it is going to be my birth-day.

It is this few minutes before the clock strikes twelve,

that i grow strangely reflective.

Of what I have done or what I have not done,

in the one year past.

I dislike birthdays as time goes by,

as it reminds me that I am growing older,

but still as clueless and and as lost as ever.

Ah... this post is starting to sound moody.

Happy birthday to me!

May all my wishes come true.