Confidence Is a Choice

Confidence is a choice, Preponderance of undue ignorance, Tethered in tandem to wheels of spiny leathery, Bumpy hairs click back at a finger’s flick. Rotations earned from itself, but more, Tread marks lead the way, Devouring grounds of consummate cortex, Until tracings are unchallenged by craft. Back and forth, a sawmill slices, Though it’s only imagined. Inside mind and spine seen when, The body refuses to move again. Which corridor of counting oneself by the shelf, Bound leather to me be shown? Pores of proportions, round algebra, Confines Gaussian blurs to the grown. I choose that which nature gifts, the will to change the mind, Plastic melts and pressure sticks to those whose self is kind.