Bow and Arrow

I take my bow in hand One arrow from the quiver, too. The target is one I understand My arrow is straight and true. I know the direction and distance, Yet the distance I'll ignore, 'Cause if I undershoot for instance What am I shooting for? So back the bowstring goes 'Til the bow's about to break, And the speeding arrow shows The path that I must take. This path I'll never deviate, Nor will I ever quit- Until I find that arrow; Even though I may not find it. And should I find that arrow, My purpose will not end. By taking in hand my bow, The arrow is sent again.