I en väv bakom ljuset

Du kan inte förstå
Du har inte varit där
I en väv bakom ljuset
Finns min historia

Det finns inte ett då och ett sedan
Det finns bara tid
Bredvid varandra
Lever här och då

Naiva mina tankar att
Natten finns bakom oss
När vi bär mörkret inom oss
Natten som skänker ljuset

Livets förändring förunderlig
Förändring och bedrägeri
Hjärnan vi bär samma
Rädslan som gror inom oss

Kan du förstå
Du som inte varit där
I en väv bakom ljuset
Vävs vår historia

The Road Not Taken

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 took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
/Robert Frost, 1916
ur Mountain Interval