Oh! The joy of missing out
When the world begins to shout
And rush towards that 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 clambering and the need
This restless hungry thing to feed
Instead you feel the loveliness;
The pleasure of your emptiness
You spurn the treasure on the shelf
In favour of your peaceful self
Without regret, without a doubt
Oh the joy of missing out.
