2005-11-17 05:23:27momo
I may fly, not only walk
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost (1874–1963)
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.
momo photo taken 2002-August
trail of unknown
by: me JT^^
the past nor a path
travel through the distance
exhale from deep regain a breath
stood above a hill top
glance the road of where to be
cannot grasp the moment of a need
thoughts of turning back is hidden underneath
diverge roads just like another chapter another page
a story, a play on a stage....
walking on the endless path without leverage
woods slowly changing, slowly ageing