In the whirlwind of fleeting desires,
We chase the colors that swiftly fade,
Like autumn leaves in the brisk air,
Whispering tales of moments made.

The echoes of countless voices call,
Dressed in the garb of the latest craze,
Yet deep within, a quiet yearning,
For truth beyond the passing phase.

Beneath the surface of vibrant hues,
Lies the essence of what remains,
When the dust of time gently settles,
And only memories sustain.

So dance we must in this transient tune,
Embracing change with every chance,
For in the heart of every trend,
Lies the beauty of life’s great dance.