A Tribute

two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry i could not travel both
and yet be one traveler, long I stood.
and looked down one as far as I could to where it bent
with the undergrowth

and took the other, just as fair
and perhaps having the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear.

then thought to myself, "this road is pretty lame"
that's when i learned to fly.