Take No Road

The Road Not Taken

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 marked 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. Take No Road At the foot of a looming cliff face, I sat still, roasted weiner in hand I reclined, feeling the sun's embrace My eyes closed, I drifted off to space In my mind were visions great and grand; I floated in a land filled with black, Bare trees grabbed from the edge of the path Reaching for my clothes and for my pack Filled with woe I wanted to turn back Running, I escaped the forest's wraith; A new trail appeared out of the fog, Trimmed in green with tasty fruit to reap I picked some and sat down on a log Eating my fill I felt like a hog Stomach full I fell into deep sleep; I sprung awake with a sudden thought, I don't need travel to eat and rest I have weiners which I have just bought And a camper van too, I forgot Life's pleasures without being too stressed