I’ve spent much of my life seeking approval,
From people who brushed by me in my lane.
Imploring a group of strangers to act in my tribunal,
As if my trifling trepidations was part of their terrain.
With a single-minded devotion,
I wasted so much time
Seeking a trace of emotion
I perceived would be sublime.
I tried so hard to grab the world’s attention
It came off sounding like a boast.
Because of all my pure pretension
I lost what mattered most.
So late to learn, yet before life’s lost
I’d figured out the most sacred fact
Joy can’t be bartered not at any cost
It comes with no conditions, once you give up on your act.