My guiding star has gone wonky

My guiding star has gone wonky its defiantly lost any direction
The guidance system has malfunctioned in fact its insurrection
My star when born must have been renegade, as stubborn as a mule
Barely had it started to help me, it altered its direction after a refuel

No matter what I do that little ray of sunshine has it very own ideas
It circumnavigates where I will it to make for, as anywhere it veers
I through a cage on it to restrict it to a general area at my insistence
To narrow down stars choices even more I use a rope for extra resistance

Working with my star is like controlling a kite in a stiffening breeze
Just when you think you’ve mastered it watch it hit that clump of trees
My star and I now have a special arrangement on who is going to win
Star wins with most of his choices but just occasionally I slip a few in


© By Philip Golding
20.11.2006