Two ways diverged in the woods of time

Each one of us, our nation, destined to travel

One road per pair of sacred shoes

For each one can go one way alone, it is the law

No matter what that road is that we choose

Each road has its particular flaw;

But we must weigh all roads as fair

Until we go we cannot know what's there.

But once we've gone, we then should always know

What happens once we get to where we go

And when we have not been there before

I confess that we must guess

What we'll find there for

Our future, and the future of the world

And beyond.

But when we can make an educated guess

When only one thing seems probable

When it seems likely to cause a mess

A mess, that is presently stoppable

When all these things come into play

We must take it slow, debate, not rush

And thus do I appeal today

Reconsider your environmental policies, President Bush.