Ages ago I did not took Robert\'s road
And then the road not taken
Remain grassy and about the same.
Today the phone keeps ringing
The appz opened and point to the other road.
I show my age and get their rage
Saying that a second chance
Dauntlessness you must accept,
Not refuse, I must not refuse
In addition, where then is my muse for the world to chant?
Bricks border my literature,
Bricks and stone should be my blood
Cities songs more than the blues,
Trembling waves of might
And power of diaphaneities
those roads I read, two cold,
Two pathways I could not get
Are now possessing my naked old body,
Once younger, disharmonized
Once I had to choose
Once I did not do what I had to.