Poems to the common world

Opportunity

Two roads diverged in a road and I-

I took the one less traveled by.

I traveled down it as far as I could,

Until it bent into a undergrowth.

Where many leaves had been trodden black.

And the decay was a vitriolic scent,

I never wanted to come here,

And the earth was cold hard,

But promised having the better claim.

Then wished to take the other, more fair,

Because it was grassy, and untrodden there.

Yet knowing it was hidden within voluminous vines,

I couldn't just simply climb.

And the untrodden path calls thy name

But can never be used as passage,

Two roads diverged in a wood and I-

I was shoved knee deep into cold mud,

Into suffocating dour land, And traveled the most traveled by.