SOUL PACT

When you’re afraid, or throw a tirade,

I’ll come to your aid; it’s agreed in our trade.

You were my brother, and I played your mother,

now as my other, I’m paid back with smother.

Dancing in cycles we go, there, back and fro;

it’s a real fine line to tow, to fix our ego.

Can we make it right, to make a quick flight;

as with a life of a kite, without much plight.

It’s not so breezy, to lovingly address queasy;

and it won’t be that easy, to identify sleazy.

So learn well we must, from all that is bust,

till we’re left with no lust; oh, in heaven we trust!