Moleskine (10)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,/ And sorry I could not travel both/And be one traveler, 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. (The Road Not Taken; Robert Frost, 1915)