Answer:
A man shot two arrows at its center and missed both times, but using a sword swung once at its center and hit it twice.
One by one we fall from heaven down into the depths of past, And our world is ever upturned so that yet some time we’ll last.
In buckles or lace, they help set the pace. The farther you go, the thinner they grow.
Fatherless and motherless. Born without sin, roared when it came into the world. And never spoke again.
You throw away the outside and cook the inside. Then you eat the outside and throw away the inside. What did you eat?
What is always coming but never arrives?