Oddly comforting

[smokingboot]

So there's no need for turning back,
‘cause all roads lead to where we stand.
And I believe we'll walk them all
No matter what we may have planned.
- Morgan Beutler (who?)


I'll go with it for now.

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[squintywitch.livejournal.com]

Don McLean sings that one. "Crossroads", I think. Similar but different to the immortal:

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 black.
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.
--Robert Frost

[binidj.livejournal.com]

I thought it was "Vincent"?