Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and I, I took the one nonexistent
It twisted and spiraled
through tree trunks and vines
and finally ended above
From there I could see the wood
far below, though I knew it was yellow
it looked red
The path that I took had neither
tread marks nor dirt
In fact, it was not earth at all
It skipped under rainclouds
and weaved around sparks
and followed a raven's call
It led to a land of such glory
and splendour that none left behind
could imagine
And then I was glad I had chosen well
for two choices are never the end
Two roads diverged in a fading wood
and I took the one l