Yellow Pole

Two roads diverge by a Yellow Pole.
And Sorry I could not travel both,
For both ways lit a red.
And each way is to live or be dead.

And be one artist, long I stood.
And looked down one as far as I could.
For each the either, or one the neither,
Because who could say the way to go,
And so ahead is to and fro.
All the same with change faces,
All the same with change places.

So I sat and sit and waited the while.
Like a lost and abandoned child.
And Old I instantly grew,
As I stood with time forgot
Finally, "what to do?" I knew.
To go and not be caught.

Caught up in fantasy,
Dreaming of things we see,
Rather than living and Be.

-Frost poorly Adaptated by Teas