I don’t know who to talk to,
And I don’t know where to turn.
My head’s full of first world problems.
Petty worries spit and burn.
They keep me wide awake at night,
As my mind goes to and fro,
Between my first world problems,
And I can’t seem to tell them no.
I lie awake at 3am,
With worries about money,
Or where to store too many clothes,
It isn’t very funny.
I covet those with bigger homes,
And those with faster cars.
I worry how I’ll pay school fees,
And make time spare for spas.
I don’t know what to cook for tea,
When entertaining friends,
Or what shade I should dye my hair,
My problems know no ends.
I’m lucky. Yes, I do know that;
My problem is life’s fine,
And if things were much harder,
The life I’d covet
Would be mine.