In fleeting smiles and posts, we chase the light,

A happiness that glitters for the crowd,

Yet fades away when day gives way to night,

A fleeting joy, as false as it is loud.

A bubble in the breeze, it floats on high,

Reflecting rainbows in its fragile skin,

But bursts when touched, revealing but a sigh,

Its beauty gone as quick as it begins.

A mirage in the desert’s shifting sands,

It beckons with a promise pure and sweet,

Yet vanishes when reached with outstretched hands,

A cruel trick beneath the sun’s harsh heat.

True joy resides in moments soft and still,

Not in the show, but in the heart’s deep thrill.