Where are we going?Um, Robert Frost.The Road Not Taken.Two rose diapers in a yellow wood.Sorry I could not travel both.And be one traveler as long as I stood.And look down one as far as I could.To where it bent in the undergrowth.Two rose diapers in a wood and I.I took the one less traveled by.And that's made all the difference.To me.And both that morning equally late.It leaves no step at trotting black.Oh I can't believe it.I kept the first for another day.Yet knowing how way leads on to way.I doubted if I should ever come back.Two rose diapers in a wood and I.I took the one less traveled by.And that's made all the difference.To me.To me.Hello.Wow, I just did this poetry thing.I don't know, it's like, just take it for a poem, okay?Don't expect any, it's a Robert Frost poem.And it's really hard to do.Yeah, I can do it too.