A Seta e o Alvo

I speak of love for life,
You of fear of death.
I talk about the power of chance
And you about bad luck or luck.

I walk in a maze
And you on a straight road.
I invite you to the party,
But you only want to reach your goal.
Your goal is the arrow in the target,
But the target, surely, doesn't wait for you.

I look at the infinite
And you with dark glasses.
I say: 'I love you!'
And you only believe me when I swear.

I throw my soul into space,
You keep your feet on the ground.
I experience the future
And you only regret not being what you were.
And what were you?
You were the arrow in the target,
But the target, surely, doesn't wait for you.

I cry out for freedom,
You let the door close.
I want to know the truth
And you worry about not getting hurt.

I take all the risks,
You say you no longer have the desire.
I offer myself completely
And you are satisfied with half.
It's the goal of an arrow in the target,
But the target, surely, doesn't wait for you!

So tell me what's the point
Of already knowing the end of the road,
When heading towards nothing?

Always the goal of an arrow in the target,
But the target, surely, doesn't wait for you.

So tell me what's the point
Of already knowing the end of the road,
When heading towards nothing?