Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
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,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
“There are those who look at things the way they are, and ask why... I dream of things that never were, and ask why not?” Robert F. Kennedy
I almost forgot to write tonight. I've been reading When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris - it's not what I would call good literature but it's funny, and since it is the first book I've picked up in a very long time - I needed to keep it simple. The last book I read of David's was Naked. It's really similar to this one - I find myself chuckling to myself from time to time. I should write a book. My readers would pee their pants.
