Cowardice

With no reason other than cowardice,
will I hide away from grape-vines,
and minds of those I care to understand.
I will hide from the transience of the fast slipping sand.

No perpetual wisdom will lead me to reclusion,
No Tibetan ritual of self-actualization.

With no other reason than fear,
will I hide away from crossroads.
And all those winding paths that lead to high roads and low roads,
I'll hide where no roads can lead to.
Under a cover of blissful ignorance.
Of beautiful insignificance and lack of experience.
Under a veil of twinkling stars,
The only thing left to fear being fear itself.