(My take on Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” and “Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening” in modern light where you are over-burdened with choices and responsibilities)
Too many roads diverged in a yellow wood.
Not two, but more than what actually should.
And I, I stood there in silence, in wonder –
Hoping my step would not be a blunder.
My promises I have kept,
And I still haven’t slept.
But the evening drags on and on
With no sign of the morning dawn.
I know I have much to learn,
And no matter how much I yearn,
The things I will never know
At infinite rates grow.
Too many roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one I could.
And here I am, where many more diverge again,
In silence, in wonder, still standing in the rain.