There isn’t a proper word

Describing the urgency

It’s all happening somewhere

Slowly crawling away

Distant and reserved

Detached and removed

Unhinging urgency

That I can’t slow

Distant and reserved

Detached and removed

Falling further from

Anyone I Know

My fear of missing out

Temporary

There isn’t a proper word

For that snapping sound

From stretching your problems so thin

They eventually collapse

No accidental word

For disguising friends

You can’t find time for

Appearing less, growing thin

Too afraid of losing touch

Too afraid of falling behind

And I can’t slow