The turning of the tassel,
the smiling of faces.
\"Two roads diverge in a yellow wood,\"
And I look back at what was,
to then look forward at what might be.
What is to be.
\"be one traveler, long I stood\"
watching as those I\'ve known step forward.
They \"took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,\"
I step in time to the beat of our hearts,
\"I doubted if I should ever come back.\"
Yet, we all walk to our own tune
why must I walk away at all?
\"Two roads diverged in a wood,and I—
I took the one less traveled by,\"
Let us see in a year or two,
what has become of me.