Mr. Robert Frost

You said you were lost

In the woods

And saw two roads

You took the one

Less trodden, and beautiful

You were disappointed

By your decision

When I was lost

I found your poem

I did what you did

And travelled the unexplored

Not gonna lie

It was sane

But when the road ended

I was insane

Now I know

Why you sighed

Cause no matter what's your choice

You will be lost

And find two roads again, and again

Until you die

( Those who don't know about Robert Frost, please read The Road Not Taken. This poem is my imaginary result of his poem)