I had two choices.

One with a future so certain it was like predicting a cliche play's last part.

The other, with no information, just a certain fresh start.

I chose the second of course, otherwise I wouldn't be here.

I wouldn't be writing this, but instead, I think I'd be shedding a tear.

I chose the door with no certain outcome, but I also chose the door where I found my tongue.

It wasn't friend number one's or friend number three's, it was my own and with it, I felt free.

Nowadays, I wonder what could have happened.

Whether I would of been happy, or if I was just saddened.

But I also think of what I could have missed if I hadn't chosen door number two.

Maybe I was still using friend number one's tongue and following her around.

But of course, destiny didn't think that it was bound.

Now to think of missing door number two, I wince.

Because I took the road less travelled by, and that has made all the difference.