Every year, we wait,
a buzz in the air,
the promise of something new,
the iPhone’s glow on the horizon
We check the website,
hearts racing,
ready to click and buy,
a small joy igniting—
then, a drop,
as autumn settles in,
and the thrill fades
In love, it’s the same,
the sweet game of waiting,
the chase through calls and texts,
building up to that first touch, the first kiss,
But soon, reality comes,
the person beneath the shine,
and life’s troubles creep in,
reminding us we’re human
We keep moving,
chasing small thrills,
each moment a spark,
until we reach a peak,
only to find ourselves
back where we started—
the dance begins anew,
the cycle of hope and return,
pushing us to seek, the next
fleeting dopamine effect