Confidence Trick (Sonnet No 6)

Shall change compare the prettiest I know? Who art more willing worth than facing gloom. As rapid snap decisions judge them “No!”, Deter, do loathsome spoils with hints of doom Or poise beseeched who keel, who furthest you Become the biased trait whose twines of wrath Are chances by the score, that’s what you threw! Decides what ugly is, who cowered hath; Nor doubt be leased as likely gains transpire Were smiling with a confidence of might, And judgement throws the balance in the fire Where darkest shadows lurk, you are the light. Reverse decisions by the way you feel Then all shall re-emerge by what is real.