I can see two roads here
Right here by my side
One is in the front of me
And the other one is at the back side
One of them is taken
The other one is not taken
The taken road is mine
And the not taken road is not mine
Two roads can be clearly seen
Two roads are visible to me
But I cannot go on both of them
The taken one is what I like
The other one is only an option
If I go with the option
I might remain with an empty heart
But I will at least feel safe and protected
The taken road will cheat on me
It will not protect or guide me
It will lead me nowhere
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