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