Confidence capsized only truth through a lovers eyes supporting viaducts that do not work.
No transport chain, no way to work.
Confidence abundant change the word, pick up the trident.
Shower the world with aqueduct tears.
For you, for the dancing for the cheers.
Same again and same again moody blues to numb the pain.
Meditation, witchcraft, therapy and a forced laugh.
Age old clouds in my head surely I’d be better off – wait a minute, time to sin?
Welcome old friend fate, let it win. Who’s to say it’ll have the last laugh?
You might feel stupid but you’re certainly not daft.
The glint in your eyes from power not cries you know that’s where the confidence lies.
It’s not in the lines nor all in a book it’s deep in the soul you’ll find in my look.
© G.P Williamson 2017