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.