Two paths, leading in different directions
I'm disheartened I can not follow both
Being a single traveler, I stand, thinking
Looking down each path, knowing
That there would be no turning back

I look as far as my eyes can see,
Through the fog and trees obstructing my view
Keeping me from seeing the end of either
I was to take a blind leap, into the unknown

As I thought, I stepped towards one
Only to take my next step towards the other
Neither path would claim victory over another
Because they are both equal in my mind

Both paths are grassy and worn flat
By those who came before me that chose
Though as I stand, unable to decide,
They had been tread nearly the same,

And both, on this morning, stay as equals
No footprint any older than any other
Alas, I keep my eyes to those two paths
Turning and walking away from both

Because although I know they both lead forward
I doubted if I would ever make my choice
So I'd rather come back another day
Despite having come back several times already

I should tell this with sighs or groans
Somewhere within me I know; I feel
These two paths, diverging in their own ways
I take the one route no one every has before

Back to the beginning, from where I had come
I am unable to chose one over the other,
For neither reveal themselves to me,
And where they lead is too unclear.