Two paths diverged in a grassy knoll.
I stood before the place they split,
And I wondered deep within my soul,
Which way might better suit my goal.
So I looked down each path a bit.

They had much in common to my sight,
Yet I could see they weren’t the same.
One went left and the other right,
One lay in shadow, the other light.
By which path had I the most to gain?

In the end we have to choose.
How to travel our life’s trail.
And decide the paths we use,
Guided by uncertain clues.
Would one succeed, the other fail?

I know that when my future’s past,
These paths long lost in tangled undergrowth,
I will come to understand at last,
That in an eternity so very vast,
That somehow, somewhere I took them both.