carbonated joy

The Road Too Frequently Taken.
(With heartfelt apologies to Robert Frost and Steve Taylor)

Two roads diverged in a yellow-bellied wood,

And I took them both

And that has made all the difference

I was sure that I could do it, after all I’m morally dexterous!

I’m able to juggle my convictions while walking the tightrope of my selfish urges.

I’ve been doing it for years and I’ve fooled everyone, including, at times, myself.

I like to have my cake and eat it too, along with some pie and a second helping of cake, please.

So I take both roads, the high and the low. It requires a great deal of flexibility, but I prefer stretching to surrendering.

And I live a life defined by no definition.

I shall be telling this with a sigh.

This is a tale of a sad road trip.

Because, in the end I realized that when you walk two roads, it tears you apart.

All us phonies get it wrong,

Double lives take half as long.