In the age of fleeting echoes and whispers,
Trends rise and fall like the tides of the sea,
Each wave brings a new song, a new dance,
Only to fade into the sands of memory.

Our lives are painted with fleeting shades,
Colors that change with the winds of time,
We chase the latest, the newest, the now,
Often forgetting the beauty of the past.

Fads come and go like the seasons’ turn,
Leaving behind a trail of forgotten dreams,
We wear their marks like badges of honor,
Yet their essence slips through our fingers.

In this whirlwind of constant change,
We find ourselves lost in the noise,
Searching for meaning in the transient,
Hoping to capture the eternal within the now.