At Eight There is no way To make a way And so to be These days. It's almost Eight Many times i have met Time and I Could not be Could not hear My Only My Mind My Mine Where? It is almost Eight
His face Economics Yesterday I would see Isaac I wish I could see Isaac New Like never before Like Newton His face made me feel again I thought I lost my sense No one cares In The Netherlands conversations I give I never ever get They pretend I see History I see Beauty I see People here do not know It hurts me I do not exist here Or count Or live I just accomplish my task To see them as the ill and never make love to them Never approach them The Dutch Mostly stuck in a dream To marry a princess
To marry To destroy Human Kind
It was almost Eight He took his papers His calculations To De Tweede Kamer And made it all work He wants to leave Can I first say Hi Maybe a bit like; why? I sleep with you on my mind The Hague was a bit left on I loose it So I invest in The Youth As if, If you want to join; Give I want to give back When it was Eight He was there I was as if, his mate Always way too Maybe too
Again Eight At Eight, I wait And when he wrote I was alone Laying in my bed pretending to be His At Eight I could be one of His When he returns And wants to rest At Eight I could be one of His
So, It's almost Eight Many times i have met Time and I Could not be Could not hear My Only My Mind My Mine Where? It is almost Eight!
Nadiya Amina A.M. Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995 07-01-2022
For Wopke.