I hate the hype,
the trend,
the here one day
but not by next week’s end

The hot topic
on the curve of all lips,
that soon stales
like exposed potato chips

Those shallow waves
crash on the mind,
but like waves
never last over time

All those ‘new things’
are actually a recycled old,
new faces and places
but the same story told

Colorful products
become faded with dust,
guaranteed regret
from what once was a must

Remember great things
don’t instantly surface,
it takes time to establish
a true meaning and purpose

So next time
you’re tempted by promotion,
understand it’s only
a temporary devotion