christiaan tonnis

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”
- robert frost

where do i go from here?
there is no easy choice
no clear way
the mountains call
the ocean forever beckons
the comfort of home now, caresses
yet my heart cries for more
if i could just stand still
but i can’t
i must take a step
and then another
and another
and yet still, another…
where
where do i go
from here?
where
do
i
go?

- round here
~ counting crows