Aimless Arrows
The dream that was once solid red
a dot upon the field
has past my line of vision
and remains blurred in the haze
within my thoughts
My arrows proved sharp and quick
my aim proved true and true
once much was said of this Merry man,
but this Robin Hood has lost his mirth.
Where is the mark,
where is the dream gone?
There are no more rich to rob from
and far too many poor.
I am a man apart
has past my line of vision
and remains blurred in the haze
within my thoughts
My arrows proved sharp and quick
my aim proved true and true
once much was said of this Merry man,
but this Robin Hood has lost his mirth.
Where is the mark,
where is the dream gone?
There are no more rich to rob from
and far too many poor.
I am a man apart
who has lost his beloved dreams
Empty sleep haunts me so,
as my arrows have no target.
Air but do I shoot at,
and oblivion is my reward
as I run the former field of victory
to collect my fallen arrows
lost without their mark.
Empty sleep haunts me so,
as my arrows have no target.
Air but do I shoot at,
and oblivion is my reward
as I run the former field of victory
to collect my fallen arrows
lost without their mark.