Robert Frost's The Road Less Travelled

The Road Less Travelled

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

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That has made all the difference.

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Some may ask when I will ever finish my stories that I write. Before I answer this question, I should answer another one: Some people ask me why the name "Hieroglyphics by Happenchance"?

It is happenchance because I believe that nothing I write here was properly planned. Having said that, I write spontaneously - for those of you who don't write so much, what I mean is sometimes the ideas come and sometimes, well, they don't.

It is hieroglyphics because sometimes, I don't quite understand what I write as well as other people interpret it. I do not necessarily write to be understood. Sometimes - most time, in fact - I write to vent my frustrations, as though writing is a form of therapy and the Blogger screen, the pretty nurse. Interesting, eh?

For those of you who might want to ask me what The Factory was all about, I can tell you this, and you might be bitterly disappointed: I don't know. It was truly a moment of hieroglyphics by happenchance - and if I ever have the fate to complete the story I might just be able to tell you.

As for the poem... Well, I just thought it might be inspirational. It is one of my favourites.

Peace - Hieroglyphics by Happenchance - Decipher's canvas sheet of the world. Oh, did I mention it was a canvas sheet? Those expecting an organised binded book will need to refer to Kinokuniya. Sorry, over here, it's all first draft, nothing more. It is a disorganised file storing some memories, many fantasies, and sometimes, simply about life.