Always I wonder where the
road not taken could lead.
I always take the right,
just as fair, for
it would lead me to
the end eventually,
left with not a thing,
not to say
regret plagues the route
through the undergrowth.
Pieces of me would live on
when I wanted them to die off,
my love, my ambition,
my created peace made
from creation of a piece,
those many
versas tristes y alegres.
I hate to travel the road alone,
but I'm the only one that has to.
Now,
grab your coat,
I need gas.
