Rant #17 – Running out of time.

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The road not taken was my first real ‘adult’ experience with poetry. Until then I’ve seen poems as for overzealous people who cherished every brook, fallen leave and moss-covered stone or for the overly in love, singing in praise of their lady. The road not taken was a personal narrative, it told a story from a very critical moment in the poet’s life and knowing that his entire life as a career stemmed from that one risky bargain reinstated the notion of a sentient universe. That somehow things don’t just happen and it’s all part of a grand plan. It is still ’cause and effect’ but the causes always seem rather forced, the events rather too coincidental. It is because of Robert Frost that I tend to take a bit too long to decide every time I’m at crossroads and so far its paid out well.

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