They come and go like whispers in the wind,
Trends and fads, ephemeral as dreams,
One moment adored, the next rescinded,
Lost in the ever-shifting streams.

Bright and shiny, they capture our gaze,
Promising joy, allure, and fame,
But time reveals their transient phase,
Leaving us seeking the next acclaim.

In the pursuit of what’s deemed “in,”
We often lose what makes us true,
Chasing shadows, shallow and thin,
Forgetting the substance we once knew.

Yet in their wake, a lesson learned,
That fleeting moments cannot define,
For in the heart where passion’s burned,
We find the timeless, ever divine.