Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel either,
For having tripped upon my laces I no longer stood,
And upon my face there I brood,
And nevertheless enjoyed this unexpected breather.
The cool earthen soil was refreshing,
And though my plans had changed,
I looked upon those paths with no lamenting,
Nor for the steps I’d not be taking,
For I had rather found my peace there as I dreamed.
There stood a man before me all in white,
I thought that all my wits had come unglued,
He spoke such words as to delight,
He showed me what is wrong and what is right,
And laid my life before me to review.
When I awoke still at the crossing,
The sun was much lower in the sky,
With haste I tied my lacing,
And stood again to find the path that I’d be tracing,
A newer road with greater purpose before I die.