• Two roads diverged in a yellow wood


    Quite frankly, why do I care?
    I have my own choices set before me
    and a choice is what I cannot bear.

    Sorry I could not travel both

    I, too, mourn that a decision need be made
    but one must, as the future fast approaches
    I would pick, but am too afraid.

    Long I stood and looked down one as far as I could

    But, the future, I cannot see
    leaving me to make a decision in the dark
    to work toward success without guarantee.

    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    Once decided, the other is no more
    the choice is final; no returns
    the alternative, I will never explore.

    I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference

    Ah, but my goals and yours are not the same
    and therein lies the choice:
    which of the two roads set before me holds the greater claim