Two paths diverged in a yellow wood.
The right choice would've been to choose the one less followed.

But now I can't see any paths.
The trees have been removed.
A great expanse lies before me.

Now, people climb over each other's shoulders.
Trying to reach the sun, because there are no paths to choose from.
They think that is the only option.
To keep climbing.

I, though
Will jump into the water.
Fade away, into myself.
Just as the good Lord did to the people before the flood.

We messed up again.

Lord,
Take this world and crush it-
In your palm.
Please.