In the streets of fleeting dreams, we chase
The shimmer of the latest craze,
A dance with shadows, quick in pace,
To join the ever-changing phase.
Fashionâs whispers, loud and clear,
Dictate the steps we strive to learn,
From flares to skinny, round to square,
In cycles, we endlessly return.
Gadgets gleam with promise bright,
Todayâs new dawn, tomorrowâs dusk,
We trade our time for fleeting light,
In silicon and plastic trust.
Yet in the mirrorâs silent gaze,
Beyond the trends that fade and go,
The heart seeks more than passing phase,
A timeless truth we yearn to know.