and I was seriously thinking of taking the one less travelled by
until I saw more than two roads branching
five, eight, a dozen -- from broad paved highways
to rocky goat paths -- and while I hesitated, one foot in the air
I realized that all I wanted was to sit down
and not think about roads anymore.
(with a nod to Frost. And a bit of surprise to find out that Wikipedia's entry on his poem has a detailed literary analysis of it. I suppose it counts as objective. Sort of, kind of.)
Have I mentioned that I hate the academic job market?