FOMO

I Fear Often of Missing

What lies in front of me.

Am I perceiving the correct reality?

Did I notice all the cards on the table?

I Fear Of Missing the Outside,

focused on what blinks and shines inside of me.

I Fantasize Of Making Outrageous moves,

Swish away the cards and write a new code

For our future.

Time rider

The hardest of the jobs
Is giving value to the time.
It passes unobserved
And it is out of your control
Unless you face it
And ride it like a horse
In an empty valley
waiting for its first path to be marked.