Oh four letter word, little four letter word
Why are you so much trouble?
You get inside us
Into the air we breathe
You are more infectious than the common cold
And as un-treatable as an addiction to oxygen
You are the easiest thing and most basic thing we look for,
and yet you are the hardest to find
Or are you?
Are you hard to find,
Or we blind?
Are you a disease, an addiction
Or are you the cure?
Are you inside us,
Or are we inside you?
Are you trouble,
Or are we?
Are you a feeling
Or the space between where we do things not because they are good for us
But because they are good for them
Him
Her
A feeling, or the space between
Or are you the thing that made us
That formed us
That made the world broken
Because we cannot experience love if we are not broken, not really
Love
Are you God?