Mpotavin

I have stood before cameras and stage.
Smiled or just screamed in rage.
I have feasted and gorged,
fasted and purged
my soul balanced
between darkness and light.
I have held a man as he died,
whispered bitter goodbyes.
I have lost friends to the hollow,
who chose when to go.
This sickness of Mine.
I will never follow.
I've seen the homes of Russian czars,
even bought a guitar,
which would never stay tuned
no matter what I tried.
I've read some philosophy
and many religious texts.
They all say the same:
Do good, be nice and we'll all stay sane.
I've loved and lost
and learned to love again.
Sharing my being is the only way to mend.
Through all of this
there is only one thing I know,
everything changes tomorrow
and even the desert gets snow.