Thursday, April 8, 2010

Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood....

.... and I, sorry that I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
to chase you down one as far as I could
until I bent in mind and bones.

And then took the other
because I couldn't catch up. Thanks a lot
for making me feel slow-
I thought I was for so many years.
To think that I ever thought that...

And in that morning equally lay
the reason those paths had ever split
Oh, if I could only go back to that day!
I'd kick your ass and spare myself.
Yet knowing how way leads onto way
I doubt I'll ever have reason to come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
I was totally brainwashed way back then.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
realize just now that
it was about time.

Somedays, I feel poetic and artistic. Today is not one of those days. Sorry, Frost.


  1. No need to apologize to Frost.
    I feel your first paragraph, probably related to something slightly different though.




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