Looking for it.
Where is it?
What is it?
Why can't I have it?

Chasing after it.
Shambling after it.
I want it.
I need it.
Why do I want it?

Do you have it?
Will you share it?

You took it from me.
You stole it.
You ******* stole it.
Give it back.
It's mine.

You can't have it.
I can almost reach it.
I can see it, and
I'm done asking.
I'm going to
take it.

I lunge for it.
I grasp for it.
I claw and scratch and
**** for it.

Nothing matters
anymore. It is me.
I'm talking to myself
again.