when the world is in peril
several people will step up to take the challenge

what if only my world is in peril?
what if im the only inhabitant in this secluded place?
do i have what it takes to face the challenge?

all the confusion
all the nothingness
then for a moment, a split second, a bright light
so cool and clear
and next second, darkness again
its neither light nor darkness
its chaos

why do i yearn to break off
when im already unchained
why do still feel trapped
when escape is but a step away

the winter season dims everything
the summer brings fierce heat
where do i come in?
is there a season for me?
where its freezing and hot?

never settle for something less
never get stuck somewhere in between
either stay on the ground or shoot for the stars

but...
what if i miss?
then go shoot again
wont i run out of arrows?
no, not until your last breath