Thursday, January 10, 2013

"i am me "

   Its so lonely here in my head. But as wise as i am i look up the advice of others.

      I'm Nobody! Who are you?
       Are you – Nobody – too?
    Then there's a pair of us!
          Don't tell! they'd advertise – you know!

     How dreary – to be – Somebody!
   How public – like a Frog –  
          To tell one's name – the livelong June –  
    To an admiring Bog! - Emily dickinson
 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.

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost


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