If I had taken a different road, would this grey stone not stand?
Would the eulogies methodically written be undone by destiny's hand?
If I had dared to skip while the rest had walked, would it have changed my fate?
Is the future spindled up in a web, or is it a web we spiders create?
If I had had the will to risk all for love, would love have spared my life?
Would love have stopped to think twice?
If I had screamed when a room was silent and someone stopped to ask why,
Would I now not being explaining the reason I had to die?
If I had gotten up where I had fallen, if I had gone left instead of right,
The what-if's compile together, parallel to Frost's poetic plight.
Ah, the road not taken is my greatest fear, for the thing of which I am afraid
Is whether or not it would have been different had I gone the other way.