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.

• Thoughts and Analysis

Where did the two roads lead? Was the destination the same and if it was, then was the difference only in the trip rather than the destination? A bigger unanswered quest is the suggestion that the road chosen made all the difference in his trip when it has already been claimed that the two paths equally lay in the leaves” and “the passing there ….Had worn them really about the same.”

How can the road he will later call less traveled also be the road equally traveled. The two roads are the same. The difference seems to be simply that the traveler made a choice.