The Road Not Given

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And both the roads looked equally good.
But I sat on the fork instead
And thought the matter in my head:

Either way could end quite well.
Either way could end in Hell.
Each I knew was bright and fair
For every choice would lead elsewhere.

But I could not choose, I wanted all;
Could not decide, make either call.
Yet one that was perhaps the best
Gleamed and called more than the rest.

And finally it released a shout!
For its' resolve had given out.
The path dissolved, the way closed in,
And I was left one path again.

The Frost hung thick on brittle pine
While trees closed in on down the line.
I did not choose, the path chose me
Due to inability.

Ages pass and still I dream
For that path I closed did seem
To be the one I ought to take.
But so do all I do not make.

Follow Up.

The die remains and shall always remain. Only Fate and irrationalities know what it landed. For it did not land at all, but remained unknown, and therefore known to all. But me.

Change? I've only got Bills!

Well, actually, I've plenty of change. Today kicked it off with the end of AP tests for a year. A whole year! Yes indeedydooariffic! But that's not all, oh no. Call now and you'll receive my special introductory offer of me with a haircut! You heard right. I got my hairs trimmed and my face looks so empty without full sideburns. But they'll grow back, they always do. I don't really know if I like them or not, but I figure it's easier to let em grow than cut them all the time. Go figure. Plus I've stopped that bizarre sequence of "fillers" up to this point which even I am not quite sure what I was doing. Use your imaginations, it's not much of a stretch.

So that's the changes up to this point. I'm also going to try to stop reacting so...aversly to human contact. Now this doesn't mean I'll walk up to you, pat you on the back, and give you a grand bear hug that not only knocks your air out, but also knocks your sense, knowledge of self, and hopefully at least $5 from your wallet. And you mocked my velcro... But yes, I'll try not to run away or scream in terror. Except from Catherine, but that's only because it's good to have light-hearted enemies.

Next on the docket is to breach the subject of a board/card game club. I figure I'll throw it out to Petko, see what he thinks, then move on to Mr. Combs, then perhaps Mr. Ledgerwood, then I'll see if Ms. Bast has any thoughts. Hopefully I won't have to go down that chain, but we'll see. It's that or a girlfriend, and I won't cross that bridge til someone pushes me of..er...up to it. I'm sort of a waiter than a doer. You know how it is.

But anyway, I think a board/card game excursion would be a welcome diversion. I played today in Chemistry and I thought it was pretty enjoyable. Spades is a great game for drama with no stakes, few complications, but still pretty exciting. But we can do all sorts of things. And you will come. You know you want to. Just gotta find a teacher...

So that's all I've got planned. Someone's welcome to toss me off a cliff or stab me in the elbow with a pike (weapon or fish) to liven things up. Can't be much worse than these last few classes. But those are for another day. And with that, I bid you til next time.

Conclusion.

The die remains uncast. Nothing ventured nothing.

Significance.

Conflicts of interest: Heart v. Mind.

Reason.

A river ran through it.

Evidence.

I dared to hope, you misunderstood.