In God, In Us

He is the root and the soil
He wonders what move I’ll make next
He hears me say the word “Father”
He sees me doing according to his will
He wants me to be the best I should
He is the root and the soil

I pretend the farce never gets to me
I feel no reason to say anything
I touch my thoughts as they float in my head
I worry that these roots will kill me
I cry over emotional tragedy
I am the truth and few lies

I understand that everything has an end
I say borders are sharp edges killing us
I dream that the world might never end
I try to forgive myself before judging
I hope to die knowing I lived for me
I am the truth and few lies.

Victor Oyedele