Along the way on this trip called life I decided to hitchhike along the path less traveled. I ended up using my legs far more than my thumb, which surprised me until I remembered I had chosen the path less traveled. Of course there was less traffic along that path. What was I thinking? Now I find myself weeping, covered in a pile of leaves, thinking about the road more traveled. At least on that road I would have had cell phone coverage. Instead I am going to die here, lost and lonely. Damn you, Frost and your inspiring words.