I would rather walk a path of admitted ignorance,
Desiring of knowledge; than rest, in superior repose,
And seek out the "meaning of life" with exuberance,
Than hold company with one who claims he knows.

I would rather read lessons written by fools,
Who gained understanding in repeated mistakes.
Than listen to lectures from scholars in schools,
Who claim all -knowing, though no chances did take.

I would rather share some tea with a child,
Whose innocence inspires me to pray.
Than bread and wine with revered priest,
Whose hypocratic actions lead me astray.

I would rather discover beauty in a foe
And throw off my old regard,
Than unseemliness in a long time friend,
And assume new thoughts, marred.