The Road Not Taken

Again I was there on Frost's fork, and I took the one less traveled by or so,

I think;  that was all I could do in a wink .

Vintage cottage of some age some early man's reside        

Or may be some enemy's hide

But yet from far, it was too near, from near

I want to get there reach its soul,  penetrate its confinement    

Like water seeps in the rotting mucus above soil and foo!!

It's gone.

But maybe it wasn't the cottage but the colour that was drawing me in

The red and yellow and a dash of black .

Or may be that thereof, should lack. 

I would love to write words a few 

Maybe one or noit ought to be two, 

Or no I don't need words to speak; 

My actions should do that right .