In the whirlwind of the modern age,
Trends rise like waves on an endless sea,
With the fervor of a fleeting craze,
They come and go, ephemeral and free.

Echoes of yesterday’s passions fade,
Replaced by the fresh allure of now,
In the dance of fads, we are swayed,
Chasing shadows, we follow somehow.

What once was gold, now turns to dust,
As the clock ticks, the old is outmoded,
Yet in the cycle, we place our trust,
New trends emerge, our hearts are loaded.

But through this ever-changing storm,
A deeper truth begins to glow,
Beyond the surface, beyond the norm,
Lies a timeless essence we all know.