The road not taken

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 on to 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--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

"The Road not taken"

                                             by Robert Frost


A poem learned when we were in secondary school
Am I facing the paths and I don't know how to choose?
puzzle with that so called "right" decision, coz there are no such thing called "wrong"
I know what I want actually, it's just so simple
even though  I know it can't be perfect...
but people won't understand and I refused to explain
I salute my stubborn and I suffered because it

Left or Right
Right or Wrong

I were so tired to wait in a passive way

and getting disappointed after try and try

I need a job

I need U

I need Love

I need support

I need talk

I need understand

                       shouted by kael