In the glow of neon dreams

In the glow of neon dreams,  
we chase success like fireflies,  
their fleeting dance a whisper of possibility –  
a shimmer amidst concrete jungles,  
where value is stitched in brands and bytes.  
  
We swim through currents of modernity,   
our lives an elegant tapestry of pixels  
woven into the fabric of every waking hour;   
each moment curated with intention –
stylish selfies that reflect our truths.  
  
Yet beneath the surface glimmerlies karma’s hand,   
turning the wheel in silence —    
for every triumph carved from polished ambition,  
an echo returns to reclaim what was sown:    
the tethered heartbeats we forget to feel.  
  
Life unfolds on stages crafted for applause;   
but can applause drown out whispers unspoken?  
When did fulfillment become adorned by trends?    
Truth tangled in hashtags and retweets—    
the real nub nestled quietly behind closed doors.  
  
We fashion ourselves not just as beings but as brands,      
yet a lesson lingers softly at twilight:     
that success is not flash nor glitter alone—     
it lays deep within the soil where roots anchor strong;     
its essence nurtured by kindness—a reflection back onto us.  
  
So here we pause amidst this hurried pace —       
to remember grace comes when least expected,       
when life sways not to fit our style but to teach        
in breaths forgotten: it flourishes most free.

And if tomorrow dawns bright with opportunity once more,
may we find success entwined with humility—
life penned boldly yet tenderly styled,
with threads woven ‘round truth
and echoes wrapped kindred in verses unknown.