I asked what you were looking for,

You said I told you in my sleep,

I looked over and every grinding gear and nose that has sniffed out whatever truth I couldn’t anticipate in your honesty,

I mumbled to you.

This curiosity has me peaked,

And I feel like the fool.

Something extraneous I’ll have to explain to you one day.

And whatever answer I eventually find in the land of the living,

I’ll make sure I pass it on this time.