Two Roads

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Marc Randy
Science & Tech Editor


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And thinking I was being clever

I took the one less traveled by

Leaving my friends whom I thought I didn’t need

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And seeing not where it led, I took the one wrought with peril

Peril that didn’t lie in obstacles or antagonism

But in my own shortcomings

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And thinking myself invincible, I took the one lined in grey cement

I walked the path of depressing teal and stale air

The path of loneliness in the midst of a crowd

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And expecting the forest to continue forever

I took the path of strangers I already knew, thinking I needed to know more

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And thinking I could live off fumes I took the path of sand and gravel

Where nothing could grow without making serious compromises

Compromises I could not make, only begin to crumble and wash away

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And as I lie on greasy sheets, itching with new lows and failures

I think about the friends I was with in those distant yellow woods

And wondered if I had somehow taken Robert Frost’s advice terribly wrong

Originally Published on www.bandersnatch.ca Vol.49 Issue 12 on April 1st, 2020