Sometimes there is doubt inside the mind.
Stand on train foot-board as a wind blows
And let doubts tear your truth into shreds
But the road not taken is very road taken?

Answers are none I have to your questions.
Between us are snowflakes of a failed logic.
We are on a frosted road, frequently taken,
Our frost collecting roadside , time to time.

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