There are two wolves inside of you, and don't you think that's a bit crowded?
There are two wolves inside you. One of them is trying to get work done. The other one keeps insisting that sitting in a hot bath with a glass of wine and a book is close enough to working for 2020, and it's *really* annoying the first one. (Doesn't mean it's wrong, though.)
There are two wolves inside of you, and they're stepping on your major internal organs. The doctors are considering an experimental new procedure which they call a "lycectomy".
There are two wolves inside of you. One is the ongoing global pandemic; the other is climate change.
Now would be a good time to panic.
There are two wolves inside of you. One of them wants to complete your project on time; the other one wants to properly document your work. They can never be at peace.
There are two wolves inside of you. Oh, God, they've had a litter! Now there are dozens of wolves inside of you, running all over the place and sniffing everything, and one of them won't stop howling.
There are two wolves inside of you. One of them keeps stealing all the blankets.
Menopause: there are two wolves inside of you. One of them keeps cranking the thermostat up; the other keeps setting it back.
There are two wolves inside of you. No, wait, those are bunnies. Big ears, lots of hopping... Yeah, definitely bunnies. Sorry.
There are two eldritch abominations inside of you.
But then, you knew that. You've always known it. You will never be free of that knowledge. It haunts you, no matter where you go or how you try to distract yourself.
There are two wolves inside of me. One of them thinks I should keep this up; the other one thinks I should cut it the hell out and get back to work.