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 feet 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.
I've always wondered about The Road Not Taken, because of what seems to me a begged question; where am I going?
If it doesn't matter where you are going, then certainly, take the road less travelled. If, however, you want to get to a specific place... take the road that leads there. I realize this is overly literal, but I don't feel it strains the analogy too much.
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --I took the one going my way, and that has gotten me where I was going."
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