The Diverged Path

I thought I took the path diverged
that stood separate from the darkened woods.
With my boots laced up and eyes wide open,
I thought I took the road unbroken.

I thought I took the path diverged
that stood separate from the darkened woods.
My compass locked and pack on my shoulders,
I thought I’d arrive before the weather got colder.

I thought I took the path diverged
that stood separate from the darkened woods.
No leisure while strolling—I knew that before.
Forward I marched with my eyes on the door.

I thought I took the path diverged
that stood separate from the darkened woods.
But as I have traveled, it has not passed me by
Many have walked this same path— and I?

I thought I took the path diverged
that stood separate from the darkened woods.

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