Confidence

We wear a mask and confuse ourselves

Of what is right and what our senses tells

While in denial we marshal our intent

And perfect our self loathing in a voluntary descent

To obliterate our love of self

Deceive thyself again with a purpose

With what you think in observance

Is all that you think you are, is all that is; all that exists,

Is all that ever was, and is that which what is, as if it was always.

You are your own making and remaking, and make the path you make

While walking in your own mind, you awake to your own awakening.