In the Instagram's bustling crowd, they vie for my sight,
A sea of faces, voices loud, seeking their light.
But as they clamor, I step back and ponder why,
Why the more they vie for me, the more I stay shy.

Is it the yearning for validation they seek?
A desire for recognition, approval's mystique?
Or perhaps it's the thirst for a fleeting fame,
In this digital world, an endless game.

Yet in this quest, I find my refuge in still,
A sanctuary of silence, a space to...