The Road Not Taken

I walked, for my feet carried me through wooded paths
amidst fallen twigs and trodden, scented crushed leaves.

And the sun tried to creep through like the soothing
arms of a morning mistress when she wakes..

there was freshness in folded air as it held me
in an embrace I long to return to,

where I am going only my destination can truly tell;
blind as I am to my follies and struggles...

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.