True Confidence

“The truest hues imbued in you; the bluest moods had turned chartreuse: so yellow they had flown the coop - no chicken -

Scratch the pad like Dickens: quickened;

Listen! Synesthetic senses - I hear vibrant tones in turtle green; earthen scenes idyllic - never burthens: I find it’s worth it to unearth what’s wormed in redwood soils even if it takes travail and toil;

Set sails on seas ultramarine; I’ll prevail because my cause is unassailable;

Available: The opportunity to detail my tale in technicolor; I am unlike any other: I won’t glorify a falsified pride; rather, I’ll confide my confidence has aurified;

I’m soaring - fly: bright white clouds I’m passing by;

My back is aligned; my stance and my posture are proper

- Now here is a proverb: Advancing and taking a chance on your plans, it takes honor;

I have begun to incentivize my need to colorize - exercise every emotion so I could have joy in life: Are feelings good? Are they bad? Or are they around to provide a whole spectrum of light?”

- Old Dying Joe