Broken Feelings

What do you do when the stars shoot
From the sky’s root, do you pursue?
I joined the queue, different route
From the first hoot that came with clue.

We played a good note from the start
Fingers and heart I understood
Hurts I withstood created the cart
Pain turned my art like a carved wood.

Cups need refill to keep pouring
The yang, the ying must remain still.
Hate the love till the feelings sting
Trust only strings, do it with skill.

Victor Oyedele