Two paths diverged in a wood, no less,
And I, well, I just said, "Oh, what a mess."
For choice, a tyrant, loudly cries its sway,
But true brave souls just turn and walk away.
The forks multiplied, a geometric dread,
Each promising worlds, half-formed in my head.
But courage, silent, saw the endless plight,
And claimed its peace by stepping from the light.
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