When will I stop, when will it be enough?

seeking, yearning, wanting

but what really?

Is it my head? Is it my body? Is it really me?

“just relax. Have another drink, few more pretzels”

I stopped chasing my tail for a bit now, but when will the chase stop itself…?

“were you hare when I was fox”

Or is this why me is me. If so, than I only need some new N R J

aaaaah plop