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.