You search, you find, all is well. 
But what if you search and don't find?

How long do you look?
Eventually, you've got to give up, right? 
Then what? 

That thing you were searching for, what becomes of it? 
How could you ever know? 


Seems like we're always thinking of ourselves when looking for that's lost, 
but we never think much about the lost, 
whatever, whoever is unable to be found, 
whether it's a set of keys left somewhere and forgotten, a couple of guys wandering aimlessly around in the woods, or someone who's disappeared inside himself.
What if that's what they wanted all along? 
Not to be found.