If You Could Fire An Arrow Aerial

If you could fire an arrow aerial From a golden bow of magical dreams Where would you turn to aim? Life is such a difficult journey. The moment you have your sights set The target moves a million miles Away to avoid the fatal blow. They sidestep the catalyst. Or maybe another terminal goodbye. If you could fire an arrow aerial And it got lost somewhere in outer space. Would it matter to you if you died? If you died really -slowly off-course And took an aerial dive into a starburst. If you could fire an arrow aerial And hit a new target every day. Would it make it better or worse? Dreams are so transient. Like moving objects you love in the dark But in light of the actions of fulfilment They completely missed their mark.