In the digital hum of restless nights,
Where whispers of trends take flight,
We chase the shadows of fleeting fame,
As pixels dance in a restless game.

Through the scroll of endless feeds,
A tapestry of wants and needs,
We find ourselves in borrowed dreams,
As reality blurs in digital streams.

The echoes of time, relentless and swift,
Carry stories of change, a constant drift,
Yet amidst the noise, a silent plea,
To find our truth, to simply be.

In the heart of trends, a quiet call,
To rise above and not to fall,
For in the core of every fleeting wave,
Lies the courage to be bold and brave.