One life. One choice. Never both.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And I was happy I did not want both

And be one traveler, long I did not brood

For when I looked down as far as I could

Both roads seemed the same from where I stood

One path was long and rough

For people had taken it less

So it was then and there that I decided

That this road was not good enough

And it would be a horrible mistake

I then looked to the other

And realized it was short and easily taken

With many footprints who had trodden it black

And I saw that I would not be shaken

So after glancing at both roads I must say

That I don't understand, even to this day

Why so many people recommend to go my own way because I--

I took the road most traveled by

And that has made all the difference

by: Sarang P

Choices that we make changes who we could have met

Who we could have been friends with

Who we could have loved or hated

Who we could have found

Or who we could have lost

Is that not love?