Your world is a storm of shifting moods.You chase the high, the "kayfun," the temporary buzz.You wind yourself up like a clock that forgot how to tell time,Spinning in circles, looking for a version of yourself that fits the room.
But remember:When the party ends and the silence crawls back in,The copies will fade, and only the original remains.
💡 Authentic character always outlasts temporary energy. If you'd like to refine this, let me know: Should the tone be more aggressive or more philosophical ?
Go ahead, ride your wave.Wear your mask.Live in your "kayfun."