Along the sidewalk

against the cold wind 

I think: what a nice and cool!

I’m go to the work

why do I have to work?

I need to work? Yes.

but I don’t want to working.

I want freedom.

I want to go to see the world.

but I can’t.

because I have no money.

I have no time.

I have no skill of living in the foreign soil.

I said to my self:

You should still working.

No one can do without working in this world.

Even if he was a millionaire or a president.

Actually, to working is a blessing.

Someone was said to me:

The purpose of going to work is not to go to work.