There once were two paths in a wood
And by the two paths there I stood.And I had to ponder
Down which I would wander
So I stared down as far as I could.
But I found both of them just as fair
No difference was there anywhereSo I took the one
And when I was done
I hoped it would bring me back there.
But I knew that the chances were low.
And that years would make memories go.One day I would sigh
For what I hadn’t tried:
What I'd done was the the best I could do.
