Quivers Full of Arrows
When a puny mind
with no virtue of humility
Tries to reach the heights above
But threatened by a fall into
the depths below
A life with no intentional destiny
No bivouac
No ideal but tedium
Quivers full of arrows
But with no fixed target
An unforetold obscurity
A menace only to whom who wants
The plaudits of men
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