Choosing Highschools
14 Two roads diverged with each road I choose tears roll off my eye,

16 One path I look ahead and footprints are still fresh and numbered

14 The same footprints I once walked with and laughed with many a nigh.

16 The other road is without flaw and there knowledge spreads chambered.

14 My confused heart is torn between two, which tears shall I cry?

16 Tears are not permanent, they have no face value, but mine furthered

14 I walked ahead alone and in darkness, but I caught thy.

16 My friend is new and special not meant to replace but to neighbor.

14 Tears stopped flowing and understanding slowly took I.

16 I was meant to take this road, roads may never be what they seem blurred.

14 Take the road less traveled my and greater rewards shall lie.