Everyone talks about “FOMO” like it’s someone’s name 

But I’ve learned it’s not an enemy or my old friend Moe

Fear of Missing Out 

It’s why some people do what they do 

A form of guilt, perhaps?

FOMO is what people use to fill in the gaps 

My old friend, who I view as Lady Wisdom, told me fear should not drive my decision 

When I went to her, lacking a vision 

The truth is that you – and me – are always missing out 

If you’re reading this right now, please don’t pout

There’s a million other things calling to you

And you’re missing out on all of them right now 

There is always a veritable fork in life’s road

It’s not a spoon 

With some decisions, you can’t go one way and then come back again soon

To define what you want – to do with your Saturday night, where to take your flight, if or when to make your move 

This is the hardest task

There’s always something life wants to prove 

I’m familiar with the crossroads 

Like a stalled car, out of gas 

My friends aren’t there anymore, it often feels like it’s just me 

There’s not even foes or my pal Moe 

Just the looming FOMO

Standing still is still a decision 

I find myself wishin’

There was something that is not 

Or that I held something I haven’t got 

My personality, my soul, my psyche is a leech, a barren womb, a grave 

How did I become FOMO’s slave?
I just wanna be where I am 

Surely my beloved dog understands 

He says we should go to the beach 

In my hands, he puts his leash

And so we do 

And what do you know?
It was splendid

A day gifted 

What, then, is FOMO?