New York State of Mind

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Alan Heeley

Is this the day…
(Clearing my mind of detritus)

Laid here wallowing in my pit
Not yet ready to meet the day
Clear blue sky,
sunshine, invading my room

Not yet ready to greet today
Feel safe here in my pit
Let today go over my head
Let it pass by

I’ll not get that last hour back
Idling life away,
Keeping the world at bay
Can’t fall, get it wrong
Not wanting to engage,
Laid here in my pit

Dreaming of soaring like eagles as the seagulls swoop by
the walls limiting my two by four vision
Of the eternal sky

What blessings am I miss if I don’t rise, spread my wings and fly
Soar to the mountain tops
Feel the wind beneath my wings

But all these thing won’t be added unto me
If I don’t get up and greet…
This day the Lord has made
And rejoice in it

Maybe close the curtains
Pretend today hasn’t happened
just turn over, head under the covers, hide away

Write today off and if I get another tomorrow…

I’m in a New York State of mind..,
 
Way to go Alan.... Had to look up the word detritus. HAHA.... Didn't even make it past your statement of intent. HAHAHA.

I spent so many days in my pit... oh my goodness... I didn't even have the strength to WONDER what I might miss... was too busy
just trying to survive another horrible day of existence... disgusted that I had made it through another miserable night only to take me into another dreadful day.

God rescued me from the pit... I have not thought to ask Him what he did with the OLD PLACE... I assume He cast it to the pits of HELL department... where it belongs.

Good morning my poetic friend....
 
In Awe of Him said:
Way to go Alan.... Had to look up the word detritus. HAHA.... Didn't even make it past your statement of intent. HAHAHA.

I spent so many days in my pit... oh my goodness... I didn't even have the strength to WONDER what I might miss... was too busy
just trying to survive another horrible day of existence... disgusted that I had made it through another miserable night only to take me into another dreadful day.

God rescued me from the pit... I have not thought to ask Him what he did with the OLD PLACE... I assume He cast it to the pits of HELL department... where it belongs.

Good morning my poetic friend....
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Interesting that the word ‘pit’ has several connotations
Slang for bed, a hole we dig ourselves into etc, etc, etc,
 
In Awe of Him said:
The Canadian reference ( if there is such a thing )... defines a pit as a dark hole. I have never heard a bed referenced as a pit... but it would be a piece of furniture to place in the pit. HAHAHA.
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Very English I think🤪
Maybe I should provide an explanation to such colloquialisms … or just let it flow😵‍💫
 
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