Concrete Sunset

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I found myself beneath the sky as the sun sank to the west,

the bearded men with their cardboard signs had all packed their gear and left

and the vessels on the concrete rivers way up there in the dark,

were fewer now, they’d almost stopped and everything gone quiet.

I stood there on the walkway and listened to my heart,

beating in my chest, indeed, beating really hard

I felt it and I thought “That’s good, at least I’m still alive…”

(when life crumbles and collapse around you, it’s hard to tell sometimes…)

I knew I had to keep on going, directions were unclear,

but I KNEW I wasn’t lost, I KNEW that I belonged right here.

And if it was a dream or if it was reality

I’ll never know and it doesn’t really matter much to me,

Because I saw, in a fleeting moment, the beauty of it all;

the stars, the fading sunlight and the rivers up above

and I thought that if a motorway, this man-made concrete beast

can look this beautiful, there must be hope even for me.

And I could feel my heart slow down and my breathing become light

and I don’t know how, but it came to me; things will be alright

‘cos if the option is to just lay down and let yourself get overgrown

with fear and sadness all together, then none of this ever really mattered

– so go on, go out there in the world, let your light shine and your voice be heard

and if you open up your eyes, beauty sometimes comes disguised…

– I saw it in an overpass, the most unlikely place,

if only for a moment…

it soon faded away

 

 

Untitled, Color pencil on paper

25,5″ X 25,5″

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About David Fridlund

Born in Sweden 1974. Moved to Austin TX in 2009 w my wife.
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