Don't Stop Believin in still being able to take The Road Not Taken

Little Annabelle was a small town girl. She was living in a lonely world. She will take a midnight train to go anywhere. When she was eighteen, she met with a two roads. And as a traveler, long she stood. She looked down as far as she could. To try to see what was in store. To try to see beyond where it bent in the undergrowth. She foresaw a life with challenges ,excitement, adventure, a life of remarkable stories waiting to be told. However, she too envisage a place where strangers will be waiting up and down the boulevard. Their shadows searching the night. The xtreetlight people just barely living, hiding somewhere in the night.

Little Annabelle was no fool. She examined the other road. It was just as fair and perhaps even had better claim. It was grassy and wanted wear. Though for the passing there, had worn them really about the same. A path of familiarity lay before her. A place where she was more accustomed to. Tempting and inviting. A tricky decision indeed.

And as little Annabelle stood there in the early hours of morning, those two paths lay equally in lush green leaves. No one has yet trodden them. She stood there deep in thought. Choosing her path was no easy feat after all. In their choices, some will win and some will lose. Some were destined to sing the blues. By no straightforward choice, she kept the first for another day. However, little Annabelle knew how way leads on to way. The movie must go on and never end. It just goes on and on and on. She doubted if she should ever come back.

She was telling this with a sigh. Little Annabelle was not so little anymore. Telling this somewhere ages and ages hence, when she was twenty-two. About two roads that diverged, and she took the one more traveled by. She would pay anything to roll the dice just one more time. She did not stop believing. She held on the feeling and now, she has a chance to travel the first road she left behind four years ago.