Let Me Be The One To Do

I Turned To Speak To God About The World's Despair But To Make Bad Matters Worse I Found God Wasn't There.

Have I Not Walked Without An Upward Look Of Caution Under Stars That Very Well Might Not Have Missed Me When They Shot And Fell? It Was A Risk I Had To Take-and Took.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.

A Definite Purpose, Like Blinders On A Horse, Inevitably Narrows Its Possessor's Point Of View.