In a world of digital craze,
We chase the fleeting, trendy haze.
What’s in today, soon fades away,
A carousel of new displays.
The fads that come, the fads that go,
Like whispers in the evening glow.
We follow blindly, in the flow,
Yet seldom reap what we sow.
Our lives entwined in trending threads,
We weave our hopes, our dreams, our dreads.
But as the fashion swiftly sheds,
We’re left with echoes in our heads.
So let us pause, and take a breath,
Amidst the noise, the silent depth.
For true value lives bereft,
Of trends and fads, in timeless depth.