Walk On!

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.