Voices of the World

It feels as if it’s was only yesterday,
I was seven and was under that darn tree,
Ignoring the voices of the world,
I enjoyed being free.

I was seventeen,
The next day I woke up,
Intensified voices were getting to my nerves,
I was totally fed up.

I ain’t allowed to pursue my passion.
Voices echoed ‘Passion and career are different.’
I am shackled by the fam’s expectation.
For a moment, I was gonna give up.

It was as if I was sonnet,
Bound by cliché rules.
I was forced down the path paved by the voices,
So were many other fools.

But then I reckoned who I am,
I reckoned, what if I am a sham?
I reckoned, it’s voices of the world,
Cajoling me to be epitome in their perspective.
I’d eyes, only meant to see
What the voices allowed me to.
I’d my own voice, only meant to be used
When the voices allowed me to.
The voices mocked, “You’ve freedom to express,
Of course only when we allow you to.”

I threw off the shackles I had.
Being in that anguish was totally my bad.
Nevertheless, I’m in pursuit of my passion now,
I’ll be certain to get rid of the voices somehow.

I’m tryna hide from the world and be at ease,
But I still hear voices of the world reverberating.
I even made it overseas,
But the voices still keep iterating.

Off I go now,
For the voices of the world
Try to drag me down somehow.

But you beware of these voices of the world,
Beware of these voices of the world,
Beware of these voices of the world!