Uprooted

Recently, there are times when I wake up that I feel like I need to move on again. Leave the comfortable life that I have. Times when I'm worn out and I'm losing my focus. 

Yet when I look back, the feeling that I no longer belong to any place runs true. I've lived in places both trying and beautiful, and when the going gets tough as they say, I just moved on. 

Now I'm at a cross road again. First step. Nay or aye?

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost 1874-1963

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;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that, the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden back.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Now I know my answer...