Oh the joy of missing out,
When the world begins to shout;
And rush towards the shining thing;
The latest bit of mental bling –
Trying to have it, see it, do it,
You simply know you won’t go through it;
The anxious clamouring and need
This restless hungry thing to feed
Instead you feel the loveliness
The pleasure of your emptiness.
You spurn the treasure on the shelf;
Without regret, without a doubt.
Oh the joy of missing out.