Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And as I stood at that crossroads
Well worn path to my right
Safe, comforting in its familiarity
And to my left, that less traveled way
Fallen leaves kissed with frost
I realized that the choice was false
For there are countless paths
And ways yet undiscovered
So though I knew neither what I'd find
Nor whether I'd ever return
I stepped off of the path
And into the wild
And THAT has made all the difference.
------
(With credit and respect to Robert Frost)
#poetry #writing
Princess Nettles Succubish
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