Tänkte jag skulle bemöda mig med att memorera den aktuella dagen, men blev besviken när dagen var slut. Inget speciellt hände, förutom att chefens chef tyckte jag såg hängig ut när jag kom in ifrån snöstormen på morgonen, så han bjöd upp till hambo i korridoren till "hej mitt vinterland". Han gillar vinter, inte jag.
Brukar inte lyssna på radion på jobbet, men gjorde det för att kolla om något hade hänt i världen, och det var ju inte så mycket. Incidenten med ambulansföraren och den afghanske tonåringen rapporterades även om själva händelsen hade skett någon vecka tidigare.
Efter fredagswhiskeyn så kom plötsligt inspirationen att beskriva den händelselösa dagen till en melodi som plötsligt dök upp. Struntade i rim, och då var det bara att blarra på.
I slept too short but woke up swift and without pain
Making breakfast, doing usual routines
Kids off to school, me to work, drove in snow-fall
Saw the smoke from the chimneys of the plant
Walked right in, said “hello” to the receptionist
Forced a smile just like any other day
Clocking in and bumping into the manager
We sang and dance a silly song about the snow
On a day just like any other
In the middle of the life I’m here to spend
It’s a day I won’t remember
In that moment when it’s time to ascend
If I told you ‘bout my work it probably kill you
But I still believe I’m learning every day
In between the meetings, lunch, a stroll and coffees
I was ticking off the crucial things to do
And this day turned out to be another Friday
On the twenty-second of March twenty thirteen
But this day I happened to turn on the radio
And I heard the news and thought that I heard wrong
An eighteen year old kid from a distant land
Threatens to jump from a ledge (instead of being sent back)
This ambulance driver on the firm ground
Says “well, it’s just a refugee!”Solo
I went home after buying all the groceries
Filled up the tank of my fifteen year old car
It doesn’t pass a day without I ponder of it
Why can’t I get the cash to buy a new?
After dinner and the mandatory sitcom
I was deadly tired and was feeling blue
Don’t you wonder about the purpose of life sometimes?
Don’t you wanna have reset of your soul?
But I picked up my guitar and played it softly
I was thinking about the kid upon the ledge
Don’t our worries tend to be so pathetic?
Don’t our strives seem to be so immature
When this day was turning old and slowly dying
I was still awake but hardly nothing more
I could hear the silent snores from the bedrooms
And I got this bad conscience once more
So I put myself in bed and turned the light off
But my mind wouldn’t let me go until
I had dwelled through the usual thoughts and wonderings
I don’t know, but I suddenly got lost