I find myself walking one path, but constantly wishing I took the other...but then again if I had taken the other path I would have been thinking about where this path would have led me...
I don't think I'm ready for what this might lead me to, the longer I stay on it the more lost I feel, the more...insecure about myself I feel and I know that if I continue forever on this path I'll just end up stumbling and getting cut somehow, but for now I'm content...the other way though I...I don't even know about the other way...whether I'll get hurt or not...
Is that a risk I'm willing to take? I think so
Will it make all the difference? maybe
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 kept 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.