Two roads diverged in the distant light,
Indeed I’m glad I travelled both
Amongst our travelers, long I tried
Subsequent to their city nights
Such sights, I could not let them go

Between Sevillian countryside,
From the Paris metro, I’ve testified
Paid mind to arenas, cathedrals,
And mourned their ends in smoke

Even still, they’ve wanted wear
I pray someday to see you there
Passing through, we will not let them go.

* (inspired by The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost)