I’m looking for something. Looking for— Wait. There. No. Different thing. Everybody’s hunting For a meaning. A sign. A reason. A grand design. I’m over here Following sounds. Seeing where They wander off to. One wrong note Turns into a doorway. One mistake Starts growing branches. I’m looking for something. Looking for— Found it. Nope. Happy little chords. Happy little chords. Every time I think I’ve solved it. Another one appears. Bob Ross said, “Put a tree right there.” I put a chord there. Now the whole song Won’t behave. Honestly… Good. One strange color Becomes the picture. One wrong turn Becomes the road. I’m looking for something. Looking for— Found it. Wait. Different one. Happy little chords. Happy little chords. Growing where I didn’t plan them. Maybe that’s the point. Maybe the accident Is the idea. Maybe the detour Is the destination. Or maybe I just like saying that. I’m looking for something. Looking for— There. There. There. Happy little chords. Happy little chords. Every wrong note Changing shape. Every accident Becoming art. Found one. Lost one. Found one. Good enough.
