A Frosty Kind of Life

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.

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