I walk towards the golden sunset again
tired and unwilling to go on
have walked enough to know the futility of it all
have seen enough to have the want to shut out
have been a vagabond all my life
no place to call home
no place to seek solace
sought solace is all trivialities i could engage
now I have run out of destinations
I have run out of reason
just want to lie back and go to sleep
Dreams please don't trouble me again
hopes please don't shower yourself unto me
Woods are peaceful
mountain is senile
flowers are beautiful
soon, just wait
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Allure of solitude lies in it being perennial
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
.....The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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