Symbolism

Two roads diverged in a murky wood,

Happy to only take one.

And all by myself, not long I stood

I glanced at that one when I could

And decided my decision was done;

I took the other, as a scare,

Avoiding bugs in the rain,

The path new and not having wear;

I had no trouble getting through there

Rain had worn them about the same,

In the morning on the grass I lay

I wondered if it was still pitch black,

I realized that they looked the same that day

Confused on how everything leads the same anyways

Obviously, I wasn’t ever going back.

Every time I tell this story, people sigh,

I tried everything so I’d make sense:

Two roads diverged in a murky wood, and I—

I took the one that caught my eye,

But it hasn’t made any difference.