8 minutes too late
From the very first second,
Maybe from the start of my life,
I knew that this would happen.
That this day was about to come.
I fell asleep late at night
And when I woke up this morning,
My alarmclock showed the time.
I realised I was 8 minutes too late.
Hurrying down the stairs
To the entrance hall of my house,
I fell down at the middle
And couldn't move for seconds.
I stood up and sighed
Knowing I wouldn't arrive early.
But I didn't give up
And just ran.
At the bus stop my girl was waiting.
Her eyes were red - she had been crying
With pointing on the church tower clock
She said: "You're 8 minutes too late!"
Whe had to wait for another bus
To drive to the station.
Together we wanted to leave for Tokyo,
But the train had left,
Because we were 8 minutes too late.
I knew it was magic.
Why would there even be as bad luck as this?
Even though I prayed until late.
I knew it had to be magic.
I coughed and laughed,
The whole day flew by
And before I noticed it clearly
We were always 8 minutes too late.
That day I watched TV,
Maybe it was coincidence?
Because I never warch the news,
But that day I did.
Some reporters were crowding a park:
There was a murder case.
Some guy went wild and shot two people
Then took a little girl captive.
I yawned and wanted to switch away,
But I didn't do it,
Maybe it was luck or I was just too lazy,
I can't remember it very well.
One of the journalists from CNN,
Pointing her microphone at a policeofficer,
Reported bluntly and very drastically:
"The police was 8 minutes too late."
I went to bed and thought optimistically:
"I wasn't the only one always being 8 minutes too late."
