Point Of Interest Poem by Okello Baloyi

Allow them to plan your schedule without your consent, success and calendar will remind them that your life ain't theirs, why would one point you to a direction of gold, while themselves have non? , let yourself be led by what you believe in, cause you're the one who will mourn the pain.

Everyone is fighting their own skirmish, criticism can destroy any good soul, our streets are jungle of hatred, I remember when I first learn to breathe, some needed me to reason for trying to live, my name has been tainted with ugliness and confusion, but I walk under the sun as well.

Suddenly, my life interests those who don't wanna see me rise, a life of success I was born to live, how can I live it while my motives are questioned, sluggard's always find a way to infringe one's thoughts or dreams, as I join the quest of ignorance and self-discipline.