Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both...
Here we are, stading in front of a crossroad, and sorry I could not travel both. The brighter one, the most travelled by, seems to lead to the perfect life, the right things to do. On the other hand, the less travelled by reminds me of passion, adventure, things that a Miss shouldn't do.And be one traveller, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent in the undergrowth...
I can see a crowd of people. They are near me, but they are not with me. They're just like specters. I can't feel them, but I know I'm alone. Alone with myself, with my feelings, my disposition.Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim because it was grassy and wanted wear though as for that, the passing there had worn them really about the same...
The brighter one really shines. It shines for me, and it screams my name. I can hear it call. But... Is that what I really wanna do?And both that morning equally lay in leaves no feet had trodden black...
They both look alike. But they wanna fool me, my inner thoughts know. I'm lost, and I don't know what path I should take.Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back...
But then I made the choice. I knew that a step precedes another, and maybe I should step back. Maybe I made the wrong decision. Maybe not. I
I shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence.
The path which my heart led me to is the one I chose for life. I found myself in a crossroad, where two roads diverged in a wood, and I, I took the one less travelled by. And that has made all the difference.
