The Road Not Given

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And both the roads looked equally good.
But I sat on the fork instead
And thought the matter in my head:

Either way could end quite well.
Either way could end in Hell.
Each I knew was bright and fair
For every choice would lead elsewhere.

But I could not choose, I wanted all;
Could not decide, make either call.
Yet one that was perhaps the best
Gleamed and called more than the rest.

And finally it released a shout!
For its' resolve had given out.
The path dissolved, the way closed in,
And I was left one path again.

The Frost hung thick on brittle pine
While trees closed in on down the line.
I did not choose, the path chose me
Due to inability.

Ages pass and still I dream
For that path I closed did seem
To be the one I ought to take.
But so do all I do not make.