Roads More Traveled By
There’s roads that go more traveled by
And others quiet, almost shy.
There’s roads that shoot into the sky
Others on the bye and bye.
There’s roads so full of dream and high
Still others that just live and die.
There’s roads that in their passions cry
Others being staid and dry.
There’s roads with snow in hot July
Yet others weather can’t defy.
There’s roads misleading that imply
Where others only truth apply.
I wonder what she's thinking.