time to start ambling about once again. and in the event you haven't read it of late, The Road Not Taken
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 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
Ah Frost, he had a lover's quarrel with the world.
