NEW DAY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

What is it that makes this day different than yesterday?

Sometimes it is just the same old stuff;

And it is tough seeing myself clear of the rough enough

To continue to manage a fair way.

Yes, so maybe it is the weather, the change in the weather;

The clouds or the temperature or the rain

And all those many things around and about me

That I would even begin to complain

That my brain cannot keep focus

On the forest for the trees.

Ah, there is the rub:

I have been too long in the wood;

Everything looks the same:

I came in all afresh

But I did not get on my knees

To see the life teeming eveywhere

So different and so new;

And I did not retrace my steps in retreat

To see again the forest from afar

With an objective view.

Could I not dream my way to the tops of the trees?

To fly above the dense structure so dark

To find a vision brightly colored in blue.

You are what makes today so different:

You smooth out the rough stuff;

You keep me forever dependent upon the forces above;

You lead me in and out of the dark forest;

Bring me to my knees to wonder about what I cannot see;

And most of all, help me dream my way,

To be able to try to fly to a forever place

That makes this day so new.

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