The last road branches; you’re unsure which way to take.
You know where Robert Frost would go. Is it the choice you should make?
Will you go down the popular path, the trail where everybody goes
or opt to be adventurous and take a trip that no one knows

just what will happen, who or where you will find a place to care
about enough to take a stand and stay and put down roots ensnared?
The decision is all yours. You know this fact, of course, but you
still wish you had somebody who was at your side with what to do.

You could flip a coin, but chance appears too reckless to decide
and so you think of miney mo and laugh, embarrassed, wish to hide,
hoping there’s a place that you could simply will yourself to reach.
Were it that easy, you’d have done it, one once said, in some former form of speech.

Wishes will not fix this thing, you realize, and so come to resolve:
You will make the Fates tell you, by forcing winds to be involved.
Throw a pointer in the air. See which way it settles with help of wayward breeze.
The way it point’s the way you go. That’s the answer to the riddle, easy as you please!

The solution is at hand! You throw the pointer up to see what’s next. You frown.
Unpredictably, the pointer settles in the ground, deep in the dirt. It’s pointed down.
To follow orders to a T, you’d be going to the netherworld; straight to Hell.
You’re tired of this crap. Shrugging shoulders, saying, “Surely. Might as well!”

But you can’t. It’s enough for you to realize that “This isn’t right,”
which makes you see “It must be left!” so you know where to go before it’s night!
So off you fly on this last road before the evening’s fallen.
You’re glad you’ve come to a conclusion. More adventures now are calling!