It was just the sun rising behind the bare winter trees
The light in my eyes played tricks on me
So I lowered my gaze and that is why
The two roads were all I could see.
Didn’t mention, but moments later the rising sun clearly showed
There were not two roads
And the wood wasn’t really yellow.
Verbally I was already committed to the duality
And the beauty of the math
That of two paths, one of me.
In reality though there was no road not taken.
