morgueville,heartland living.

whilst studying poetry today, i came across robert frost's the road not taken. (which can be read from rarities.) it was most appropriate. now, at the crossroad, i chose the left path. and along the way i decided i gonna run back to the crossroad and begin my journey now along the other path, the feeling would never be the same when i was there in the first place.

it would be a new experience.

but i love the poem. the imagery of the narrator walking along the path and then runs back to the crossroad. it's just melodramatic. just like today's earwax. but for now, carpe diem.

earwax: ron sexsmith - gold in them hill.