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.
In 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.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman