The Road oft travelled, yes, the one I’m on
I look around, puzzled, what’s going on?
These ones around, murky, in puddles of sin
Writhing and rolling, loud, in endless din

And then one said, straight, a held-up chin
“Think not, mister, hurry, join in, we are kin!”
I concede, accepting, my eyes again on
The Road oft travelled, yes yes, the one I’m on.