America in Short

Two roads diverged and I took the one less traveled by?

When have there only been two roads?

I feel like I have more doors open than a Canadian neighborhood in summertime.

I gotta remember, at least I’m still walking, and hey, there’s still a few arrows here and there.

And it occurred to me last Friday — or was it Thursday?

Right when the last years ended,

and the planets became misjuggled,

wet dog still smells like wet dog,

and the fireflies still light up a field at night,

but what really occurs never happens in public view.

Yet there are still the people who make the most intricate plans.