Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and the traveler could not take both, so he stood looking down one road trying to see where it led. He then took the other road that seemed just as fair and possibly better since it was grassy and less worn, though they were really about the same. Both roads were equally covered in leaves that morning with no footsteps. Though he took the first road another day, knowing one path often leads to another, he doubted he'd ever return. He will recount this decision with a sigh ages later, how two roads diverged and he took the one less traveled, which made all the difference.