When everything becomes a priority
Then nothing really is anymore
Not that i say this with authority
But I can explore my own private war

I want to do all the things, all the time
Even though I know that’s not possible
Big time FOMO is a pain point of mine
Lady Macbeth, this spot’s not washable

Day job, dad life, and online creator too
All important to my identity
Let anything slide, my big chance I blew
How can I ever find serenity?

      Now my existential angst isn’t that rough
      Just come to terms that good is good enough