Friday, July 03, 2009

chOOse...



The Road Not Taken
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.

-robert frost-

~from this poem you an tell that i am deeply frustrated~
~i keep on trying myself don't go to the less travel road~
~but i guess love makes me go deeper~
~but as it gets deeper~
~more mischief and more disturbance~
~ that why i must choose~
~still or let go~

~h.Z.dEaN~

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