‘Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.’
-Robert Frost. The Road Not Taken.
And so I walked down the road
The road that I chose
As I walked on, I hoped I wouldn’t regret
This rather unusual decision of mine.
I was alone on that road
So alone that I could hear myself breathing
I could hear my footsteps
I could even hear my thoughts.
But I pushed everything aside
And walked on in my brown boots
Until I reached a certain point
Where I stood still at stared at my feet.
Just a while ago
These feet in brown boots
Stood at a point just like this one
Where two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
These boots had brought me here
And the journey had been good
There was the bright, beautiful summer
And the cold, harsh winter.
There were the pretty flowers
And the sharp, vicious thorns.
So now as I sigh
Ages and ages later
As I think about the time
When I stood at a point
Where two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And my brown boots
Steered me towards the one less travelled by.