“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”
Uncertain as I contemplated both
As a lonely traveler I stood
Conflicted, I thought as hard as I could
Of where they led through the twisted growth
Then I sat and cried, “life’s just not fair.”
Not knowing which outcome I would claim
High, low I searched for any
signs of wear
Had anyone passed by there?
Had someone before struggled the same?
All I wanted was to quit and lay
Down, and let the world fade to black
Oh, if angels would guide me through this day
Because I’ve completely lost my way
I even doubt I could find my way back
A prayer escapes my lips as a sigh
Will I make it to see days hence?
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,”
I… well both had been traveled by
So I quit. What is
the difference?
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