Straight forward, the eyes of a disciple free of sinister guilt.
Working to understand these words, my perspective is set on a tilt.
Cognition blooms and flourishes, escaping wilt.
Listening closely to the obvious diction for it is as fine as silt.
Now I remain balanced in a world that was once spinning out of orbit.
Used to live in opposition, now my future cannot afford it.
Tactics of a saint intervened and forced flesh to forfeit.
Discernment as my guide, has taken flight like a hornet.
Building a nest of time, working for the better.
We have so many possibilities, choose wisely the ones to sever.
Forget the familiar script that has stained you forever.
Accept change, give, listen to others; and learn while we still have another breath together.
