Unending confusion
Of what to be,
Does anyone now think
To be a good human being?
Colorful courses, advises abound,
Some hopes and beliefs
That just don't count.
Don't know what to be,
Don't know what to choose,
our own opinions
Just drown underfoot.
Concern concentrated
All on one head,
For simple solutions
That are never said.
One last request
From the hatching chicks -
'Our choices, please
Let it be our own,
In this confusion we see
Let us, our future, own'.
