I wrote my own sad story

I was the arrow of life that kept pulling back

                Farther and farther until I could not feel the flesh upon my body

I dehumanized every fiber of my being

                Not standing to look at the wasteland

I was fighting a battle

                My body the battlefield

But then my arrow took off

                Up, up in the air towards something great

Nothing could stop me now

                Fresh perspective was the key

I wrote my own sad story; but I chose to change