Two Roads Diverged in a yellow w-

Dear Robert, if only you were alive today...

... Roads come by the thousand these days...

... and roads on top of roads...

... overpasses we like to call'em.

So please, enough of this one or the other crap...

because More than one of these choices is less travelled

...and each choice makes all the difference...
and leaves the ache of losing the freedom to choose

... to miss out on life and experience
you can never go back...

So still I stay, and still I dream.            

Each day the choices are fewer, each year the abilities lesser,    

... but choice still remains,    

And as I wait; lives have come and gone,

... endless possibilities are themselves ended  

Past by.              

And such as it is, while dreaming,          

... the rest are overlooked, 

and so now there is no choice

... for rest is all I seek