the road not taken

the words that make me want to travel, to adventure, to discover, to do new things, frequently ...

  The Road Not Taken (1920) 
 
          TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, 
          And sorry I could not travel both 
          And be one traveller, 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 travelled by, 
                                        And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1874–1963)