My Life

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

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A crossroad is in front
Shrouded in mist

do you proceed
do you turn

left

or
right

or

stay
put

I see a crossroad

Many winding
paths

Do I want to turn
Left

Or right

Or not

Uncertainty besiege

Should I take the plunge

Take a chance and
Turn left

Or right

Or not

No answer

No one
Have any answers

But

I know

Definitely
I will not

Would not

Cannot not

Do not want to

Stay put

Because I am
Me

Moving

Forward

Perhaps foolhardily

But

That's me

That's how
I am

You can live
How you
Want

Allow me
The same
courtesy

It is my
right

Not yours
To choose

My life.

Kel. 15 May 2006.