Voice off.

I should be grown up.
I should be doing work.

Que Nenni!

I was reading poetry aloud.

I heard my voice anew.

It is a voice off.

How did my voice escape? 

It is living on borrowed time.

Footnote

I blame Terry Elliott.

http://impedagogy.com/wp/blog/2015/09/18/i-am-an-old-nobody-and-i-love-what-i-do/