The road not taken

Ive hit a fork road in my life.

Part of me just wants to stay there but i know i cant forever.

The hardest thing was deciding which road to choose

As my eyes do not allow me to see which is the right path.

Will it be better? Im not sure.

Will it make me stronger? Perhaps.

Will i learn more? I hope so.

The only thing I'm sorry for is that I couldn't have it all.

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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.

Robert Frost, 1915.