Fight Or Flight

I sit peacefully,

Looking at the archer,

Aiming it's arrow right at my head,

And somehow having faith,

That I will live,

After it hits me,

When I know,

He has never missed an aim,

And there's no one spared,

When the arrow is on his bow,

Yet, I have peace in my mind,

And laughter in my heart,

As it hits me hard,

And I live,

Fighting it,

Without flying,

Straight towards the archer

To Fight.