• 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 being of sound and geeky mind
    I thought about the issue
    To see if I just couldn't find
    An answer hidden in my mind
    To where these two paths led to

    Perhaps if I could chart the stars
    And triangulate position
    To figure off what's off so far
    I wished I had a motorcar
    To carry out my mission

    So I started to think about
    Some means of automation
    After all, where would we be without
    Machines to which we're so devout
    As means of transportation

    Or I could focus on the trees
    The ones that robbed me of a view
    I could try to clear those leaves
    A task approached with no great ease
    Just what was I going to do?

    I thought of something else to try
    To get from here to there
    Why hadn't I just thought to fly?
    With that I took off to the sky
    And forged my own path in the air