I turned “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost into prose and here's the result.
It was fall, I love fall but as the leaves were falling, my summer joy was falling with them.
I was walking the dirt road. It was a cloudy day. The sun was playing hide and seek. Lost in my thoughts and imagination was when I saw it.
There, in front of me were two roads. If you ask me, I can’t tell you how long I was walking when I noticed my surroundings. But I saw it and it was as though the two roads in my thoughts had summoned the two roads in front of me.
I never have seen it before. Not even in passing. But that day when I saw it, my curiosity got a hold of me, and wanted to explore the unknown. So I took them in.
I looked at the first one, the one to my right. I followed the road with my eyes as far as I could, until it was hidden behind the bushes. It was obvious that it was worn, lots of people had walked in it. It had lots of memories and histories.
To be fair, I looked at the other one, the one to my left. I don’t know, maybe it was because it was covered in grasses and hidden, But it was inviting for me.
That morning they both were the same, both covered in autumn leaves and without footprints.
I decided to explore the right one another day. I needed to step into the known. Even when I was aware that the road always leads to another, I doubted if I ever saw this road again.
And I know years later from now I will be saying this with a sigh, In the woods, there were two roads, and I took the one less traveled by and it made lots of difference.