The road less traveled

I took the road that is well tried,

Scattered with deserted amour,

And smells of sweat, tear and blood galore,

I shall be telling this with a sigh,

For I was foretold to be one of them,

Yet I step further, 

And that made all the difference.

Happiness is nowhere,
But a direction that I can dash toward, full-speed,
Without contemplating other roads,

"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." - Frost