Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
The boy thought hard about his options and about what he knew of the people inside the homes. Finally, he made his choice.
Two roads diverged in a wood and I took the one less traveled by and that made all the difference
This is where he ended up with the path that he chose.
The little boy had to choose which house he would live in but he wasn’t sure what would be the better choice. Behind one door would be a nice place and behind the other would be a trashed house with garbage everywhere.