In the whirl of time, trends rise and fall,
Like shifting sands, they cover all,
Yesterday’s marvels, today’s debris,
Tomorrow’s promise, we wait to see.
Fashion’s fickle wave, a fickle friend,
Colors and styles that never end,
What once was old, now new again,
The cycle spins, a ceaseless train.
Digital whispers, viral and bright,
Shaping our days, from morning to night,
Memes that dance in a fleeting show,
Capturing hearts, then letting go.
Yet through the chaos, a spark remains,
The timeless truth that ever sustains,
Beyond the trends, a deeper call,
To find ourselves amidst it all.