It sounds cliché but la route que J’ai pris,

The road I have taken, had a cost that was not free.

The road I have taken was tempting and grinning at me.

Telling me to join, yet the result was nothing I could foresee.

 

How could I ever resist; beyond that road was every girl’s dream,

I was playing a dangerous game, and it was fun, so it seemed.

 

I grew up protected and never went out.

The advancing night is never my friend, parents always shout.

Lit parties and cute boys, were never the route.

“KEEP YOUR NOSE IN THE BOOKS,” that’s what’s life’s all about!

 

It was time to leave those who protected me for my entirety.

I walked across the stage, shook unfamiliar hands, and left the school for eternity.

 

I got home and rested, unraveled that inside the paper present,

The poem, The Road Not Taken, about taking a path less went.

Yeah, whatever and thought that message won’t prevent

Me from going far and beyond to the extent.

 

August 24, my freedom papers were signed.

My parents no longer had me in a bind.

In a new environment, I threw away what I was taught.

The road I had taken was something I’d never thought.

 

Some days I followed lead and forgot my values until I fall low.

Becoming fallow and not changing into the woman I was destined to grow.

 

One day, next to my poison dressed a boy from that path, oh why?

In class, economics teacher used The Road Not Taken to exemplify

The opportunity cost of taking that road is that you did not take and let die.

Because I took that road, there’s missed fortunes I let by.

 

I wondered, what did I miss out from making my decisions?

Clear liquor and blazing hormones blinded my vision.

The boy was perfect, but toxic. What’s this confusion?

Not aware and just realized this road deteriorated my precision.

 

I was young and blossoming, yet oh so ignorant!

At first in college, liberty and independence was all important.

I snapped out of it and learned the mistakes like an infant.

At last, because of that poem, I want my wrongs behind me, very distant.

 

But in French, they say it’s life, “C’est la vie!”

It is what it is. You overtake the demons and flee.

I sit back, shake my head, and think, “Oh goodness, CeCe!”

La route que j’ai pris, taught things that made a new...me.

 

-----Translated from French to English-----

 

It sounds cliché but the road I have taken,

The road I have taken, had a cost that was not free.

The road I have taken was tempting and grinning at me.

 Telling me to join, yet the result was nothing I could foresee.

 

How could I ever resist; beyond that road was every girl’s dream,

I was playing a dangerous game, and it was fun, so it seemed.

 

I grew up protected and never went out.

The advancing night is never my friend, parents always shout.

Lit parties and cute boys, were never the route.

“KEEP YOUR NOSE IN THE BOOKS,” that’s what’s life’s all about!

 

It was time to leave those who protected me for my entirety.

I walked across the stage, shook unfamiliar hands, and left the school for eternity.

 

I got home and rested, unraveled that inside the paper present,

The poem, The Road Not Taken, about taking a path less went,

Yeah, whatever and thought that message won’t prevent

Me from going far and beyond to the extent.

 

August 24, my freedom papers were signed.

My parents no longer had me in a bind.

In a new environment, I threw away what I was taught.

The road I had taken was something I’d never thought.

 

Some days I followed lead and forgot my values until I fall low.

Becoming fallow and not changing into the woman I was destined to grow.

 

One day, next to my poison dressed a boy from that path, oh why?

In class, economics teacher used The Road Not Taken to exemplify

The opportunity cost of taking that road is that you did not take and let die.

Because I took that road, there’s missed fortunes I let by.

 

I wondered, what did I miss out from making my decisions?

Clear liquor and blazing hormones blinded my vision.

The boy was perfect, but toxic. What’s this confusion?

Not aware and just realized this road deteriorated my precision.

 

I was young and blossoming, yet oh so ignorant!

At first in college, liberty and independence was all important.

I snapped out of it and learned the mistakes like an infant.

At last, because of that poem, I want my wrongs behind me, very distant.

 

But in French, they say it’s life, “C’est la vie!”

It is what it is. You overtake the demons and flee.

I sit back, shake my head, and think, “Oh goodness, CeCe!”

The road I have taken, taught things that made a new...me.