“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,”
Some guy is in a wood, and the path splits in two.
“And sorry I could not travel both”
The guy can’t decide which way to go.
“And be one traveler, long I stood”
He stands around a while, deciding which path to take.
“And looked down one as far as I could”
Procrastinates some more.
“To where it bent in the undergrowth;”
He could only see a certain distance because of the foliage.
“Then took the other, as just as fair,”
The other path was equally interesting.
“And having perhaps the better claim,”
But the second of the two paths was slightly better looking.
“Because it was grassy and wanted wear;”
It looked less travelled and a shade more inviting.
“Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,”
Blah blah blah.
“And both that morning equally lay”
Guy was such a loser he had to sleep on the problem.
“In leaves no step had trodden black.”
No one had stood in the leaves recently.
“Oh, I kept the first for another day!”
He still decides he likes the second of the two paths better.
“Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.”
He didn’t think he’d come back and make this tedious and
laborious decision again.
“I shall be telling this with a sigh”
The guy will be really boring company at a party, whining on about which path he chose. BLAH BLAH BLAH.
“Somewhere ages and ages hence:”
These paths he is blahing on about have been there for a
while.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-“
Poet tries to be clever by repeating the same crap all over again as if this somehow makes a conclusion.
“I took the one less traveled by,”
After some serious procrastination, he went down the path that fewer people had been down.
“And that has made all the difference.”
He is irritatingly smug about the decision.