Day dreams and coffee cream, a song in the moonlight, or so it seems, forever the traveller, chained to the city, leaving for the summers, 5 dogs and 2 kitties, lovestruck puppies and a hot cup of tea, not to drink but to hold in the winters, rimless glasses and bottomless holes, confessions of a virgin, a story never told…

The Road Less Taken

-Robert Frost

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 traveled by,  

And that has made all the difference.