Was it an arrow that hit my heart?
Was it a feather that touched my lips?
Was I dreaming the whole time?
Or was it reality?

My knees, hands and lips were shaking
Like the earth's having a tremor
Heart racing like racecars
Trying to aim the finish line

Things are going well
They go as I please.
At the end of the day,
It will always be you

You and always you.