Life goes on like an arrow, cutting through the wild winds,
with an aim to hit the mark,
through the thick and thins.
It is travelling a distance,
after been released from the bow.
I, the archer, with one arrow,
decide how that arrow should go.
Sometimes I miss, sometimes I hit.
A winning number or the score moves down.
I have lost, I have won, results are many,
as the race with the “self” goes on.
