That which remains to sustain limelight,
Becomes less bright over a time...
To find a dimming intentionally done.
Although the message stays,
Just as sharp and tight to deliver...
To those awaiting to feed their appetites.
People seeking fads,
Are not interested in longevity.
With those fads changing amongst us...
Just as fast as a storm comes and passes,
For minds to rid and forget the intent of it.
As if to use a remote to preview an array of channels,
To peruse and cruise through lives lived...
Treated as breezes shifting to drift,
Like swift winds blowing that finally end.
And with a touching of a button flipping to switch,
From one thing to another to experience their druthers...
Which do not sit to stick for too long,
To ensure any importance is effectively erased.
And does not prolong,
An awaiting replacement that guarantees...
A variety of increasing nonsense.
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A poem with strong, enigmatic imagery