BONO, why don't you just tell me what it is so I can help you look? This has been going on far too long. When you first said you couldn't find it I felt bad and wished you the best and everything. But then you kept going on and on about it. Every time I turned around there you were, whining again. Geez!
By and by you've lightened up a little and only lamented occasionally, but still, I find myself silently asking, "Seriously, Bono? Still?"
I just heard you keening again the other day and I mean it's been like 25 years! Come! On! Either find it or move on already!
I'm sorry my friend, but I have to ask: are you sure you're really even looking?!