Frost
Two paths diverged in a winter wood,
And so I turned around.
Choosing not to make a statement,
Choosing not to make a sound.
Deciding not to be a figure,
Deciding on no con or cost.
Daring not to be a someone,
Choosing not to be a Frost.
Two paths diverged in a winter wood,
And so I turned around.
Choosing not to make a statement,
Choosing not to make a sound.
Deciding not to be a figure,
Deciding on no con or cost.
Daring not to be a someone,
Choosing not to be a Frost.
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