In the echo of fleeting whispers, we chase the winds of change,
Through the corridors of time, trends weave their transient threads.
A tapestry of moments, stitched with the fabric of now,
Where each pattern fades as a new one begins to grow.

The digital whispers guide us, in a dance of fleeting fame,
From viral videos to trending hashtags, a constant shifting game.
Yet in the rush of the ephemeral, do we find our true delight,
Or lose ourselves in shadows, obscured by the neon light?

Fashion’s fickle finger points, to what is deemed ‘in vogue,’
Styles that rise and fall, as if by some celestial rogue.
Yet beneath the surface glamour, lies a search for self and place,
A quest for meaning, in the ever-changing face.

So let us not be swayed too much, by trends that come and go,
For true beauty and wisdom, in the heart and mind do grow.
Embrace the winds of change, but anchor to what is true,
In the dance of modern times, let your spirit guide you through.