She Can't Go Back To Where She Used to Be

She stared at the faculty white building in front of me; some of the students just walking around in their unique outfits. 

She is just sitting beside someone who's come from another country. Someone beside her is focusing on the cigarette and reading material through the iPhone.

While listening to the Bob Daylan song - Blowin' in the Wind. The wind is so warm and good. She just wants to write something in her mind.

Dear humans over there; when they made the world uneasy to live they just said from the "working class". They did not know how they're dying in the rest of the "working class" which every single day.

They were just afraid of how to live in tomorrow just because "we're still seeking the beautiful world to live". They don't care what they do, but she does care when they are just say everything in nonsense to take our attention and get pleasure from then.

As being the truly "working class" some people got the degree with full effort but some of them didn't know how hard they worked in trying to live day by day in every single day while questioning "could we still live?"

As working-class, they, often feel that; bring the pain with the fact that they're just doing nothing is another dying for sure, cannot save anything else just because they can't go back to the time; where they want to be, our time goes on forever, and never come back.