Bring me a map
And I'll show you the world It is hanging by a thread But still a marvel - this superworld. And all the little people Little do they know How lucky they are To be performers in this epic show. You and I will marvel At their vanity and pride At their misery and joy When they laugh, when they cry. And then we would know We'd been looking at a mirror A marvelous full of mischief one That reveals us what we are And conceals us why we are It is a mirror to our pain And a mirror to our growth From birth 'till death It has been a mirror to us both. So bring me a map And we'll see it's nothing but an illusion One that doesn't show any path And only leads to much confusion A mirror is a sharp and finite tool, you see It's made of glass, it's breakeable Much like you and me. So we better find a crack in it and widen the tear And then you and I will finally breathe some marvelous air.
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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