You are the sheen, I see in the eyes.

You are the echo, I hear in a voice.

You are the spring, I notice in a gait

and the firmness, I feel in a handshake.

But tell me O’ Confidence

Where do you originate.

How can I let you accumulate.

You are a treasure to possess

but remain so difficult to access.

Your presence truly brightens my day,

as everything happens the right way.

Hard work doesn’t always fetch you.

Nor does Belief or Conviction retain you.

O’ light footed Confidence

Tell me, how can I hold on to you ?

You are capricious and ready to flee

Your sojourn is short and untimely.

What shall I do to acquire you indefinitely

and how can I insure,

you stay with me permanently.