Two roads diverged in a slightly scenic wood,
And in between them, paralysed I stood.
I knew I could take the safer one but I didn't know if I should,
It was too simple a choice to give my thoughts any food.
They say if you chase two rabbits, you end up catching none.
But what if sometimes all you want is to have a good run?
What if some things are just for that along-the-way fun?
Where the journey is what you want not the destination.
If I choose to look back at my life one day, what would I see?
A bunch of untaken chances, a whole lot of maybes?
Or would I see no stones unturned, a life lived fully?
But that choice is for another day, and whatever will be will be.
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