Last December, I declared that 2020 was going to be my year.
But just the first quarter, has me overwhelmed with fear.
Staying at home, "forced introversion" seems like a difficult task.
Then going out, I'm afraid I might suffocate in my face mask.
I'm running out of food supplies and I really can't stay inside any longer.
Because if the virus don't kill me outside, then I may die indoors from hunger.
I'm social distancing and expecting nobody to come knocking on my door.
Because to defeat this virus, I need to be at home yet at war
