Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first 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 roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. By Robert Frost
The road not taken, or less traveled, is a beautiful road -- specially if you have a Ferrari to drive through it. If you take the road more taken...the best you can hope for is a Benz, only.
This dog took the wrong road. But it turned out ok, anyway. https://www.youtube.com/embed/Ny0S1awWgHs?feature=oembed