In the rush of fleeting moments,
Trends whisper through the air,
Like leaves caught in a whirlwind,
Shifting, swaying, unaware.
From fleeting fads to timeless tales,
They dance upon the screens,
A digital ballet of dreams and trails,
Reflecting what we’ve seen.
In the glow of neon nights,
They rise and fall like tides,
Marking eras, sparking lights,
In this journey, we confide.
Yet in the core of every change,
Lies a constant, pure and true,
The essence of the human range,
In the trends that we pursue.