In the glow of neon, we chase the light,
Trends like fleeting shadows, swift in flight.
Patterns of desire, woven in the air,
A dance of moments, ephemeral and rare.

We dress in colors bold, voices loud,
A tapestry of dreams, a shifting crowd.
The world a canvas, painted anew,
In the realm of fads, we find our view.

Yet beneath the shimmer, beneath the sway,
Lies a truth that time cannot betray.
In the heart’s core, stillness remains,
As trends and fads dissolve like rain.

So let us embrace the transient grace,
With open arms and a tender face.
For in the dance of fleeting trends,
We find ourselves, where the journey bends.