What you feel, what you say, what you do,
It doesn't matter and it does matter
When you've fame and stardom as your ***** friend.
People will only remember those who remember themselves.
Your talent, your wisdom, your hard work
Are all going to waste, if you don't flourish them.
Millions has gone, billions came.
Humans are the smartphones, a new model replaced the oldest one.
The face that liked today, will hate tomorrow
In whatsapp, facebook, twitter.
The parties, games and the coffee houses,
The precious days so-called "still eighteen" you lose.
Yay! Give them farewell!
And celebrate the ownership of a new house,
Where you're renting and raising two fish from your own account.
This poem is a message to all the adolescent students, who are distant from the bitter realities of life, enjoying their social media (an imaginary world) and dreamed for their prosperous future. The title itself is juxtaposed, the word 'Still' suggest motionless and 'Eighteen' is a period where multiple transformation occurs, physically as well as mentally. Fish is a metaphor of intelligence and profound awareness . In Latin Christian symbology, the fish is related to Christ.