Inspired by Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” Two roads diverged in yellow wood, sorry I could not travel them both. It was just me, and long I stood, and looked down one as far as I could... to where it bent in tangled, snarling wood. There I stood, there I stood. Both paths that morning equally lay in leaves with not a step. And, I kept the first for another day, pulled up my boots, as I wouldn’t head back. I’d committed to this life’s adventure, no matter the track, no matter how dreary or black, I wouldn’t come back. I wouldn’t turn back. I wouldn’t turn back. I shall be telling this with a sigh, somewhere ages and ages hence. Two roads diverged and I… I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference. At the time it made no sense, but I could not deny the suspense. So, I traveled on… that has made all the difference. And, so I won’t turn back, I won’t turn back.