8am
A voice is calling me.
It slowly wakes me up.
Before I open my eyes,
I remember this dream.
Floating across the ocean
In a wooden boat,
Just depending on the wind
Blowing in the sails.
I smell the fresh air,
I taste the salt
And feel the cold.
But I'm only focussed on
Blue water and it's waves.
"Darling, darling!"
I feel terribly tired
And for now
The day begins in the same old pattern.
Finally greeting the warm sun,
Then rest for a while,
Even when the hand of the watch
Reaches the time limit.
Maybe running in a hurry,
Makes me feel alive.
So everyday while trying to be late,
I'm just making myself alive.
While crossing the avenue,
I believe I hear a sound.
When turning around,
I believe there was no sound.
I know that he's gonna punish me,
Mabe I'll be fired.
But today is the same old pattern,
I know the chance is 50 percent.
After years passing by,
I have the same feeling.
Perhaps the supermarket sells beef today.
But who knows that they're doing it everyday.
I know that I'm not the only one,
The old landlady does it too.
And I can rely on Tom
Who always thought the same.
The girl from my neighbourhood
Just went away to get some milk,
A friend from above
Just went away to get some food.
"Darling, darling!"
I open my eyes and look around.
"8am, darling!"
And for now I remain in bed.
I just confirmed
That my watch is one hour late.
