I came to a fork in the road My journey had led me to exotic places before Waterfalls, endless forests filled with evergreens for miles, volcanoes, even However odd it may seem, of all the places I have been The split in the road caused me to wonder more My sense of awesome wonder wandered far beyond the wonder that wander When I came across the waterfalls and other exotic places from back yonder But my wandering sense of wonder wandered here At this fork in the road
Splitting to the right, the road was stocked with rows of beautiful wild flowers and green grass never before seen, it seems I imagined the beautiful sights of nature I would wander into if I had gone down that side of the Fork in the road Splitting to the left, the road was beaten and stocked with dirt, rocks, and thorny bushes that had never seen water from the sky, it seems
I remember I remembered a poem I once read about what to do if I ever come to a Fork in the road I remember reading this poem when I was in my adolescent years I remember remembering the advice that poet gave to me if I ever encounter a Fork in the road The poet told me to take the road less traveled. I guess it made all the difference for him.
I was torn in two The beaten path seemed more traveled But the attractive path (the one on the right) seemed like it would have been more traveled than The road on the left For the right path would be traveled upon more Because the left did not look right
So I split left and walked confidently and triumphantly down the road That was filled with dirt, rocks, and thorny bushes And I remember thinking how much I would benefit from Taking the road less traveled Because it will make all the difference Like the poet said it would
Until I stepped on a snake And then I got the hell off of that road and onto the road without all of the snakes And it was a lot less stressful of a walk And that made all the freaking difference Because I’m not stupid enough to walk down a road filled with snakes