The price of being a sheep is BOREDOM, the price of being a wolf is LONELINESS. Choose one or the other with great care

I might be a wolf... a hungry one, and an injured one.. a being that does not know when it transformed into its role... and a bad one because he enjoys watching the emptiness of a sheep-like life ... like a condolence for all the unnecessary pains he is drinking on... while secretly suffering from his own sheepness deep inside

Or I might be a sheep... bored to death by the extreme idiocy of a happy routine that keeps alive... indifferent to everyone... which makes everyone so small and unimportant... not knowing his destined death... not knowing why being protected from wolves... not knowing the "knowing"... life is the taste of grass... and noting else matters!
 
Or perhaps none... not a wolf nor a sheep... just a numb frame that carries a picture... of both.. and it itself is yet none..