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.
(ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST)
Think of the decisions we all made in life. Milo or Coffee? Work/Study locally or oversea? What to work as..? example: doctors, teachers, accountants, lawyers, actors, etc etc.
This poem actually inspired the title of the album. I know over the years, those who studied literature will debate the meaning of this poem but as for myself, what struck me that life is full of decisions and each one of us take different routes in life. I feel it speaks that in our life, each one of us are given choices, or in this case, roads to take. In the end, the roads that all of us take is different than anyone else.
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