My every day winter monrnings

Everyday I wake up early in the morning

I leave my place, hot and warm, to let the travel begin

Hurried, I find my way in the street

Trying not to make eye contact with tired and deseperate homless

Therefore, I walk fast looking at my feet

The cold is striking, the wait for the bus becomes endless

In this bus, I'm surrounded by expressionless workers

Full of stress and impatience thinking about nothing

Or dreaming with difficulty of being millionaires

Finally I arrive at school filled of winter sadness, it's unfortunately not a happy ending