Popular Fads

This is a museum of fleeting obsessions, the temple of the next big thing,
Everyone’s an influencer, every day a performance,
You buy the new phone, wear the new shoes, chase the new diet–
Today’s fad is tomorrow’s landfill,
But for a moment, you belong,
Dancing in public for followers you’ll never meet,
Perfecting your “casual” smile for an audience that doesn’t care.

You lose yourself in hashtags, chasing trends as if they could save you from being ordinary,
But it’s always on to the next, never time to enjoy the now,
Each phase a mask, each craze a costume,
And when the music stops, you’re left with nothing but receipts and empty likes.

One day you might stop running,
Look in the mirror, and wonder who you were before the world told you who to be,
But until then, you’re just a face in the feed,
Living for the moment, waiting for the next viral wave to carry you away.