Forgiveness

The days go by, as my seasons change. I've grown to know when one's heart creates, one's soul does not owe. Time has forged the script that retains these memories. Take my hand and dance with me, spin me a tale that wont smear the ink engraved on these obsolete pages.

Restitution has not come quiet yet, but with one accord I will push forward. I shall be nothing but who I am, for I have cognition of my mind. The incentive appears vague, but the catalyst remains irrelevant. Discard your broken thoughts and affirm this panorama I paint. To disdain is to live in the shadows of reality. Release yourself from the cage, you have wings that will let you fly.

Music is my happiness,
~Chiko.