The arrows lay skewered across the floor
I picked them up, one by one
They all represented the endless tries
The attempts, which had failed

The target stood, firm and proud
It leveled its gaze, on to mine
And I stared at it with similar defiance
I would never give up

And so I attempted yet again
And again and again and again
Until my stance improved, my vision was set
And I became better, try by try

Until the arrows sliced each other
And perfection was gained