I am but now a young adult
And may you please consider this
I do not  want for an applause
Or recognition to be pleased

I am here at this stage
I'm at the middle of my life
So I just wish my future days
Won't be that sad nor full of strife

The only thing that could help me
Keep away from all the pressures
Is this feeling that I am free-
Freedom in words and in gestures

Have you considered to speak your mind
To tell those things you really feel?
Or you just sit down in one corner
Then cry alone, nothing could heal?

Oh youth, please do remember this
The only thing I could tell you
You have this big chance to be happy
There are much things that you can do

Your hands are skilled in making things
They almost beg, hear when they call
The crafts that only you could make
Now is the time to show them all

Your words that long hidden inside
Could be the best song or story
Or they could be the finest poem
Let them be heard, let the world see

If you can paint, just paint it all
If you can sing, just sing it out
If you can write, just write the words
No matter what, feel free to shout

Life is too short to **** yourself
By doing things you do not want
Or just to grow old with much regrets
That in the end you'll make a rant

Always remember that time's a gem
You should not waste, you should not stop
While still young, go for your dreams
Express yourself and reach the top!

Everytime someone helps me or offers me something
I build up feelings of guilt and obligation and
I feel ashamed by disappointing the ones
which were nice to me before.

But in reality there is no debt, no obligation at all.
There are only decisions, decisions if you want to be obligated.
Forced upon you by yourself and the principles
you want to stay true in your life.

Do I follow my love? Do I follow my belief?
It's you, who decides, nobody else.
As it is your choice, as it is your responsibility,
shaping up the life you will have,
shaping up the life you will show.

Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and which of my available paths should be taken,
to lead me into future.

That's when I encountered a strange message
scratched in the bark of an old oak:
"Dear wanderer, please beware, as your life is on the line.
My wife, a very farseeing woman, went into these woods alone,
against my will, of course, as I have seen the dangers she might face,
Wolfes, inviting her nitty-gritty to a delicious meal,
Bears, rubbing their chubby cheeks at her,
Snakes, weaving wildly around her feet,
but most dangerous of all the whacky wicked witch,
keeping her from ever going back."

I remember sudden feelings of anxiousness and shiver
I had encountered only once before,
that was when a strange man came to my house
asking me if I had seen a pretty woman
with snowwhite hair and pretty face:
"I tried to find her all day and night long,
but I couldn't find her anywhere,
I fear my wife got lost - or worse...
as a whacky wicked witch is living here!"  

Lately I walked deep into a forest near my house,
as I often spend there my afternoons and nights,
thinking about what happened in my life
and who will be the next to come and visit
**me and my whacky wicked house.