Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
The hurt is not enough: I long for weight and strength. To feel the earth as rough to all my length
I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.
A breeze discovered my open book And began to flutter the leaves to look
The only way out is to go through
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.