Sakura dreaming

Wishing always

Two roads diverged in a golden mall,
And sorry I could not visit both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down as far as I could
To where it bent around the corner;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was pretty and had what I wanted to wear;
Though as for that the passing store
I had purchased but not worn everything there
it was really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In concrete where no steps had trodden back.
Oh, I kept the first shirt to wear 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 stores diverged in a mall, and I--
I took the one more traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

In short, I really want to go shopping again.

posted by Sakura @ 12:42 AM