Two roads diverged (as they so often do)
\nNot in a yellow wood, nor anywhere
\nWhere I could look down each, and muse, and stare,
\nCompare the leaves and how the grasses grew.
\nIndeed, there was no choosing when they split\u2014
\nI didn’t really see the fork at all.
\nIt’s only looking back that I recall
\nThere was a better way, back there a bit.
\nI could be telling this, in ages hence,
\nAnd sigh for roads not taken, chances lost.
\nBut pausing to regret has its own cost
\nIn present choices missed at my expense.
\nWhat I intended once, I cannot be,
\nBut I am all that’s possible for me.<\/p>\n
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