I'm crazy to think that I can find what I'm looking for when I use you as my frame of reference. Since I've settled with the idea that my treasure is your chest, I fail to realize how empty we both are. My treasure is elsewhere, in some different chest; I will filter through strongholds and endure disappointments until I find it. I want to be able to find treasure, but even If I don't, I'm already living comfortably. These days I'm content with the thought.