Me or chris

im sorry chris, i failed you again, i was weak again, or should i say me, no you, wait, don't get confused i know you who you are referring to, its me, the man in the mirror is never the man we are ashamed to see as our reflection, so time to take the gloves out for this inspection, i was wrong again, life is a big puzzle and i can't solve it, i wish it was an equation so i can balance it, i wish it was as simple as saying hello, how are you doing today, my name is chris, but it never is, im your server today what can i get you, oh you want to start off with a fuck you, a piss in a class as your drink, a fat ass as your entree, main course, so what do you call this, when life gives you shit, shit, im stuck again in my pursuit, like dog chasing its tail, never knowing that what you were chasing is behind you, so that means it is chasing you, not the other way, but we, or i should i say I still never look at it that way, i continue to chase what i already have, even though i have it in the bag, so is sadness chasing me or am i chasing it, is happiness eternal or only for the moment, glimpses, short bursts, instances..