It's out there,
not here.
It's waiting
until the end
apparently.

It's illusive,
so we hunt.
It's elusive,
yet we need
proof.

It's God,
but also death.
It's love
(whatever that is)
undisputed.

It's subject
to the change
of wind.
It's hard, factual
evidence.

It'll be
the end of
me. Maybe
it's just the
beginning.