Ever elusive, you seem to be out of reach,
Then when I’m not expecting, you swell inside of me.
Practice and failure are roads I have tread,
To overcome my fears and my dreads.
Ever elusive I grasp but it just pushes you away,
For this feeling of knowing is not out there to take.
It comes from within, just purely being me,
The knockers and haters get no rise or pay.
For when I am me, and do what I need
I feed that within me, that knowing, that way!
And when it is fed, I walk clear, gentle and cool,
I breathe deeply the essence of this beautiful world.
Confidence is a feeling, you can’t buy or rent,
It comes with simply being, honest and true to your purist intent.