nothing but this.

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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Future is an unforseen fog that clouds up the mind
    To get reach a rainbow is merely an arduous task
Roses is a beautiful enigma and have thorns that cuts
    Deep inside the vein, the blood always flow
Time changed the seasons, but the seasons remain unchanged
    What foreseen will be kept to serve as a salvation
For the sky and earth are harmoniously ruled by nature
    One distance apart that makes life began

The moment had come

Yet never been notice

Everyone still calm

No one alerts

The moment will never tell

What it will bring

One will search the moment

For when it has gone