Is it Over

This is where dreams are sold,
And promises grow strangely cold,
I sit amidst the hopeful throng,
As each new trend sings out its song.

“Is it over?” I ask with glee,
As laughter swirls like leaves from a tree.
The latest craze fades quicker than light—
Last week’s sensation is today’s fright.

We chased the fads with fervent zeal,
Believed that joy was something real;
Yet here we stand in shadowed doubt,
Clutching our phones—what's that about?

The influencers pose in sunset hues,
While filters mask their own life’s blues.
With every swipe and double-tap,
We drown our woes in an endless trap.

Oh glorious age of fleeting fame!
Where every loser plays the game!
A hashtag here—a meme to share—
Yet deep inside we’re stripped and bare.

So raise your glass to what we've lost;
To hollow hearts at any cost.
For all this noise has made us mute—
Is it over? Not yet! Let’s recoup!

But hark! The clock ticks on so fast—
Tomorrow's news is already past.
So let us laugh through all this dread:
Is it over yet? Perhaps… but not quite dead.