Once I came to a fork in the road;
An old path met a new.
The new was worn, the old overgrown,
A path for the many and a path for the few.


I pondered on this age-old quandary,
Down which path do I go?
Do I take the one less traveled
Or the one well-known.


I thought for a second, and I found,
In that ancient Inquiry;
The correct solution to such an enigma
Quickly and clearly came to me.


Robert Frost was mistaken
To take the road less traveled;
It seems so simple, once you ponder
Why he chose leaves me baffled.


The answer, I submit is this:
Take neither path.
For the old once was new
And on it did the masses pass.


This tired cliche spawned another,
Blaze a path of your own.
To be a leader in life you must
Skip the new and overgrown.


Frost clearly failed to contrive
To leave the paths and make one new;
He thought to separate from the masses,
I thought to separate from the few.





 
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