Imagine you’re standing in a wooded forest, puzzled with the decision to take one road or the other. In listing to the poem “The Rode Not Taken” that’s the feeling it put me in. The wonder of what I would be doing in a forest all alone, at the corner of a life decision and a road less travelled. Looking forward to finding what life brings at the other end of the road. Standing at the cross road in this pome, as I close my eyes there is a feeling of uncertainty flowing through my body. I hear a slight breeze blowing through the trees as yellow and red leaves fall to the ground. The sun is peeking out from behind the trees lighting up both paths. A bit of due covers the ground almost resembling the web of a spider and the smell of the damp
