Opalescent 4

No measured mark of wit, wisdom or rhetoric could solve this Too fractured to endear, bonds broken beyond view With all roads leading here, fettered by an endless blue But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings And bottled messages never to be seen But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom But I held the arrows, I pulled the strings In fits and starts it can blossom and bloom The shot at the moon still falls short of the stars