A great man wrote once of a road not taken;
Of loves not met, woes not suffered.
He did not take the road but I did.
I did and still do take the road,
Any road, all roads, shimmering in starlight.
They fork under my feet, thin like spider webs,
Glimmering with maybes, with perhaps.
I take all roads, the straight and narrow,
I walk them all and in the dawn