FOMO

 

Ah, that spell of insecurity, that conjurer of doubt

That wells in me so hurriedly: the Fear Of Missing Out

I wonder as I wander through this minefield of my confidence:

Is that thunder over yonder or just rumblings of no consequence?

 

I need to know, so I guess I should go,

But what if the show’s just not in my flow?

And if I’m not there, will anyone notice?

Why can I not know this? Will anyone care?

 

Can I risk the embarrassment, the humbling, the shame

The tsk, tsk, and the:  There it went, stumbling and lame?

Let’s see, I can do this, I can get myself ready

I can get myself through this, just start feeling heady…

 

But I’ve so much to do, life, work, obligations!

But what if it’s cool, cripes, I’m not on probation!

My time is my time!  I can go where I please!

To live’s not a crime!  I can float on this breeze!

 

I won’t be constrained!  The real world can stick it!

Well, at least now that’s plain.  I just wish I had tickets…