The Road Not Taken – by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood… 278 more words
It’s like the clock strikes 12 and suddenly you found yourself stuck at the center gutter of the highway, perplexed to make a decision whether to cross the fast-paced, concrete pavement on the right or to walk the undaunted fields of greeneries on the left that it made you feel paralyzed deep within; almost feeling like Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), where your colorful and fully functioning mind and soul are enclosed in an incapable physical being that leaves you to slowly wither and melt as leaves change its colors, fall, and grow back for another spring day. 684 more words
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