In the whirlwind of the now,
Trends rise like morning mist,
Chasing dreams we scarcely know,
An endless list we can’t resist.
Colors flash and fade away,
Echoes of a fleeting past,
In the dance of night and day,
Only the change is meant to last.
We ride the waves of fleeting fame,
In whispers of the digital stream,
Captured moments in a frame,
Reflecting hopes and endless dreams.
Yet beneath this vibrant parade,
Lies a quest for something true,
Beyond the trends that gently fade,
Awaits the timeless, ever new.