Blindfolded with arrows and a bow within his grasp, let his aim be true. Let the arrow move through the darkness we call our hearts. Allow our souls to be shattered into a million pieces as we stumble through the pits of despair to pick up those pieces.
We are as blinded as he is.
We flow through life as a smooth stream, one that has only one way to go. The same mistakes repeating in one form or another. Who made this stream? It was our fathers, our mothers, and the people around us. We started from a single droplet of rain that poured from the heavens. The heavens themselves weeping for our souls, only able to watch as their children are damned to follow the same path as they once did.
Why weep for us? We are the future. We shall change; make our own paths, stray from the main stream that was once our home. We will throw ourselves into what we call reality. We are as blinded as the fates are. We cannot see through the spider web of silk, with threads, so entwined that they cover our eyes.
We are as blinded as they are.
As we flow through the stream called life, we start to wonder, what is beyond that stream. What is beyond that stream? In one form or another, we are the same. We came from the same place, a womb. We are all the same; our colors do not matter. We may come in genders, Female; male, perfect counter parts. However, we need more. We are nothing but humans.
Simple humans, stupid humans.
We all come from a womb where that droplet landed by the chaos we call life or the blinded man with an arrow and bow. We think we follow our own paths, we all do. But do we really? Or is it all a conspiracy made by those three. The three that represent a child, adolescent and the elder, all embedded into one.