The way is there!

The Road Not Taken
Two Roads Diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down on 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 (1916)