Tell me everything

I remember bits and pieces of me I can’t seem to reach anymore
I feel the rhythm of my heart isn’t beating as it should
We have come this far, how much longer do we have to keep walking?
They admire the smoke screen, what we can afford to air
He perceives and chooses to only perceive
She lets go because her efforts won’t bear fruit
I hear voices and words I can’t comprehend
The taste of water is why man suffers thirst
I relax, I relax and it’s burning my energy
The best is a word found only in fictions.

Victor Oyedele