Is it about the road not taken?
Or is it about the road I’ve taken?
Because, I stand at the divergent
Wondering, every night
What’s my tale?
A story of all the wrongs done at the right time?
Or a story of all the rights done at the wrong time?

Maybe it’s neither about the road not taken
Nor about the road I’ve taken.
Because, when I stand at the divergent
I travel a long distance back;
And I’m wondering, what’s my tale?
When I adored the journey more than destination
And everything in between the rights and wrongs!

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