When two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
I took neither. I built my own trail
amidst the thorns and conifers
donning my rebel snood.
Sprinting fierce, stamping the bushes
I lacerate dead ends.
Staring at the syzygy, I progress
to find destiny’s dividends.
I didn’t take the roads previously travelled
to stand ahead of the crwth.
Going harsh, doing rash,
they say I’m drunk on youth.
* A well-known poem by the legendary poet Robert Frost.
Youth– The Daily Post prompt