“Two roads diverged
in a yellow wood…”
And I, being master
of my will,
In my inquisitive,
pensive mood,
Predicted the path as
far as I could,
And took the second,
for good or ill.
Though seven years
have passed from thence,
I live in the same
old neighborhood,
I’ve come to that
road often hence,
and take the same
road, by the fence,
the second path, it’s
done me good,
the first winds
still, I know not whence.
Perhaps in the future
I’ll take that road,
Partake of some
adventure grand,
But would I return?
Ah! Who can know?
Dare I risk danger
all on my own?
When safety is but to
understand,
This road-not-taken
bears fear and woe!
I tell this tale with
nary a sigh,
‘tis safest to travel
along with the flow,
for then you can be
sure, for aye,
when you take the
road most traveled by,
you’ll always know
where it goes.
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