No measured mark of wit Wisdom or rhetoric could solve this Too fractured to endear Bonds broken beyond view With all roads leading here Fettered by an endless blue But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings And bottled messages never to be seen But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom The shot at the moon still falls short of the stars