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.