Still haven’t found

Some night, sleep has to come from welcome and not just from defeat. You’ve heard this moment before. Or you’ve seen it, the moment when the crowd takes over the song, one plaintive voice becoming many, in a chorus more hope than complaint, more willful longing than anything else on your earth’s face. “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…” is the moment and the song you’ve heard before, but until you raise your voice deep in the tens of stadium thousands or alone in your house in the middle of the night, you never realize how “still” is the right word.

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