I close my eyes, pull back my arrow and aim.
Even though there are targets all around me, I have no bullseye.
I’ll keep aiming, this will end in a perfect game.
Maybe shooting the easiest target won’t satisfy.
Maybe I should wait for a sign.
Maybe I should wait for god to acknowledge my aim.
Same bows, same arrows, hundreds of targets, I’m still just the same.
I can tell you about my precision, but in fact I have no vision.
No clue, no marker, no signal to trigger a split decision.
The more I pull back, the more my fingers bleed.
There are hundreds of targets, my vision is clouded, I don’t know how to proceed
Then I remember, back when I trained with only one target.
I had hundreds of arrows, I could adjust my aim if I missed.
I open my eyes, pull back my arrow and shoot.
Now, there’s no time to see if my aim was absolute.
As I released, the bow string resonated with a sound of familiarity.
Ready. Fire. Aim.
Finally I can breathe, action brings my clarity.
Becoming Interesting 