Most intend the arrow’s path
to fly true straight from the bow
with a goal in their sights
when the hand let goes the string
this is the plan in elder’s eyes
witnessed cross an era’s span
fetchers all across the years
spawning myths of targets hit.
Preference cast to normality
purpose planned at the release
fingers slip from the shaft
propelling life beyond their grasp
that’s where the intent ends
given to another life
with their fate to chose alone
missile finding where it should land.
The arrow flies through the air
launched from bow with fair intent
a catapult of fortune’s lot
where is the choice in where it lands?
this or the other, the targets span
spectrums spread across our lives
asking all to choose their lot
objective hit at flight’s outcome.
Self-acceptance is the key
perhaps not the same as penchants cast
acceptance of the providence
circumspection of the whole
foresight fails and life goes on
the purest love is for the self
no matter where the flight is ceased
an arrow’s path is heart revealed.
© 2018. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20180113.