One girl once decided to go

 To a jazz-festival. Though                                                                                                           It was a bit late
 The homework could wait

 Live jazz was so worth to look for! 

(Thank you, #JazzOverVolga2015) 

My "works" do not hide anymore 

I don't know if it was my score 

It's a bit hard to show

Them to people I know
To think they will read them. What for?

Spontaneous things rule the world 

Have anyone else you this told? 

One challenge may give

New air to breathe

Is your comfort zone worth this mold?

        Are all the people the same? 

        Can you differ in this game? 

        I can't even believe.

        Are the feelings so brief? 

        Why all they can think of is fame?