So I was in the woods, and I came to a fork in the road.
I was like, “damn, I wish I didn’t have to pick one.”
I looked down one of them as far as I could see,
Then I looked at the other one, and it looked nice, too.
I decided it was a little better ’cause there was more grass.
But really they both looked the fucking same.
They were both grassy,
‘Cause not many people had walked on them lately.
I decided to come back to the one I didn’t choose,
But honestly I didn’t think I’d ever remember to come back.
Oh well.
Someday, though, I’m gonna be all poetic and shit,
And make my choice sound like an important decision.
I’ll say, “So I was in the woods, and I came to a fork in the road,
And I decided to walk down the one that was less worn,
And it made a huge fucking difference,
And I’m obviously a giant hipster”
(Even though it made NO FUCKING DIFFERENCE).
