Everybody is searching for something. So I’ve heard.
That, rather than mere “anxiety”?
As if I ever had an answer, short of some piety.
Still, I am the son of a born worrier.
So just what, exactly, is that “something” in your life?
What, exactly, is your life (or mine) missing?
And just how much will it cost?
Some observers will argue it’s really an enemy, villain, or opponent in our life that we require.
Maybe even the devil in the details.