[Intro] Caught in a scroll, the horizon blurs to gold We chase the spark that burns too bright to hold [Verse 1] I post a whisper, then a roar fills the feed A moment climbs the ladder, and the numbers plant their seed The climb is dizzy, every step rewrites my name But the echo fades like rain, leaving just a quiet flame [Pre-Chorus] If I pause, will the tide forget my face? If I fade to gray, will the trend replace? [Chorus] Digital hustle, fleeting fame We chase the spark, again and again Reach like a comet, vanish like rain What’s left behind is a fragile flame [Verse 2] Notifications bloom, then wither into dust A thousand eyes on the run, a backlog of trust I measure worth in impressions, I weigh every share But the silence after wins is heavier than air [Pre-Chorus] If I slow down, will the crowd still stay? If I breathe, will the moment slip away? [Chorus] Digital hustle, fleeting fame We chase the spark, again and again Reach like a comet, vanish like rain What’s left behind is a fragile flame [Bridge] I carve a little legacy in the margins of time A thread in a vast network, a quiet, stubborn rhyme If stories fade to grayscale, I’ll write in steady lines To outlast a trend that dissolves in careless tides [Chorus] Digital hustle, fleeting fame We chase the spark, again and again Reach like a comet, vanish like rain What’s left behind is a fragile flame [Outro] Beyond the viral dawn, I’ll pace my own slow light Not just the peak I chased, but breath that holds through night Digital hustle, a fragile flame, but I’ll leave a thread that stays I’ll craft my own horizon, beyond the scrolling blaze