The Abdicator

I yield like a coward always seeking an escape.
Tunnels with the promise of sunlight at the end
And a cold and lonely misery behind;
I'd turn back and wallow in familiar dirt
Before challenging fear and uncertainty intertwined.

I am an abdicator of growth,
Ignoring the blooming that progress brings.
The reclusive badger in his burrow
Watching less timid beasts thrive like kings
Whilst all day hiding happily in slumber.