T wo roads diverged in a yellow wood, W hich could I take vs which I should. O ne was well worn and considered "good". R oad two was misty and hard to see, O ddly it was the one calling to me. A ngst took hold, making me want to flee, D eciding would be key, S omeone else decide, I wanted to plea. D oing what I know best, I put logic to the test. V ital information must be stressed, E very fact and figure must be addressed. R andom guesses I so detest. G oing with what the results suggest, E ven though they were hard to digest, D eciding to take the "good" road should be my quest. I struggled so much with this decision. N othing felt further from my own vision. A s hard as I tried to start down that "good" road, Y earning to do what I was told, E ach step made me empty and cold. L imping along until stillness took hold, L essons in the past had taught me to be bold. O nly the other direction would I behold. W restling done, I crossed a new threshold. ...