I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to run in the dirt,
I want to swim through the ocean,
I want to fly like a bird.

I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to jump out of a plane,
I want to float in a boat,
I want to catch a random train.

I want to take the road less travelled,
I want to climb the highest tree,
I want to dance in a mystical forest,
I want to be inexcusably me.

-ZvZ-

If you are ever feeling low
Like you will never rise at all
Take a pen and draw a pair of wings on your wrist
And make a vow that it will never bring you down ever again
If you are ever feelings like you won't ever fit in
Remember that it's alright to follow the road less travelled by
Better have traveled and suffered and it's been all worth it
If you ever feel inferior
Take a pen and draw a tuft of veins on your wrists
And remember that we are all just blood and veins
Nothing under the sun have been ordinary of late
Strive to be extraordinary and accept your imperfect perfections

After an exhausting day at work, I eagerly lie my restless head down
Plunge into my bed and put on my pillowed crown
Regardless of how soft and cool my pillow may be
The other side of the pillow, keeps beckoning me
And be one man, long I thought
For the previous night I had forgot
How the other side of the pillow feels?
What comfort the other side reveals?
Although, both sides equally lay
I contemplated flipping my pillow the other day
For in the morning I awoke in hot sweat
And wished I changed my previous bet
So tonight, I flipped my pillow over with ease
The coolness of the surface came over me like a breeze
Oh, how magical this side of the pillow can feel
Oh how happy am I? To have made this deal
I doubted if I should ever go back
Knowing what the other side may lack
Somewhere ages and ages hence, I’ll tell this story with a sigh
How overnight that side of the pillow grew warm and dry
Because in the morning my pillow was wet
For I had woken up in a hot sweat

I took the path less travelled by,
and found to my chagrin
that the path I walked was paved in good intentions
and devoid of friend and kin.

Though in walking those trails, I only meant well,
The herd is the entity that most oft prevails;
The lion devours the lone gazelle,
who of the well worn path did not avail.

I'm weak and sore, but I need to move on
It is hard to keep going, but I'm almost done
I breathe to fill my lungs with air
This journey is mine and mine to bear
I am sick and feeling faint
Colors start to form and I reach out as I can paint
With them, the world is my canvas and I
Keep going, and soon I will realize
That I can keep going
I must keep going

The rain fell down with half its might;
trying to smite the flowers.
But the bed was merely lodged,
The rain used half its power.
There was nothing could be done,
The rain could not pretend.
The flowers waited for the sun
To lift them up again.

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
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.