The road not taken

I sat at the crossing smiling a melancholic smile

For I knew then

I would make all the wrong choices

for there were none that were right

I would say all the right things to all the wrong ears

all the the wrong things to all the right people

while away all my young years in all the wrong places

for I could see a million paths but knew nothing of where they'd lead me

All the right paths lead to death

all the wrong ones lead to death

so I sat at the crossing,

smiling a melancholic smile

I sat at the crossing.

I sat with death;

I sat at the crossing.

until I dusted myself as I got up

smiling a melancholic smile

and set forth.

The road not taken,

taken or not taken,

perhaps in the end

would not make any difference

And hence it was easy to be brave

I was brave and so I loved. I was brave and so I won

I was brave and so I had some joy. I was brave and so I didn't need to be some one.