the road not taken

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;
[...]
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.
[...]
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Forst, 1920

Orange is the new black