- Shreya
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
In front of the divergence I stood,
Sorry, for being one I couldn't take both,
I considered the one optimal for my growth
You see, corporations and society deemed fair,
The right career to choose, the right clothes to wear
Were the jobs hated, and clothes unclaimed,
A peace of mind if chosen was to be blamed
For failure, greatness is standing out of crowd
Being soft-spoken is weak, strong is loud,
The life of normalcy renders your future bleak
Achievements and misery are a necessity to the peak
Delusional, I fell for their words and lies
No problems shall plague me! Yet now I sigh
Somewhere years and ages since
I took the road less traveled
And it has made no difference.
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