text: have you taken the road less traveled, and has it made all the difference? robert frost (1874–1963).  mountain interval.  1920.   1. the road not taken     two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry i could not travel both and be one traveler, long i stood and looked down one as far as i could to where it bent in the undergrowth;        5   then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, because it was grassy and wanted wear; though as for that the passing there had worn them really about the same,        10   and both that morning equally lay in leaves no step had trodden black. oh, i kept the first for another day! yet knowing how way leads on to way, i doubted if i should ever come back.        15   i shall be telling this with a sigh somewhere ages and ages hence: two roads diverged in a wood, and i— i took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.        20 i guess i don't buy frosts idea of a neatly forked road.  i think life is a lot more like a series of squiggly lines then two neat paths.  sometimes i've traveled the path less choosen, sometimes i've choosen the more common path.  sometimes i've just said "screw this", grabbed a machette and cut my own way through the woods.  what matters to me is not that i have traveled the "popular" or "unpopular" path, but that i have traveled my path.  it has had pitfalls and moments of perfection, but more then that, it is mine and no one can ever take it from me.