In today’s society conformity is accepted and encouraged. The individuality that Robert Frost writes about in his many poems is lost among the corporate sheep that the media influences. No individual thought, no personal beliefs, only a blissful world of ignorant sheep being lead forth by a mighty shepherd. This, Robert Frost is an ode to your attempt to change sheep to shepherds, ignorance to enlightenment. Enjoy. Pessimistic Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel them bothAnd be not one traveller, short I stoodMy companions pushing me forthOh how I wished to travel in the undergrowthAnd take the other just as fair,For perhaps that had the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wear;Through as for the time passing thereHad worn them really about the sameAnd to my companions I wanted to say“In those leaves no step had trodden black”For that may change the error of their wayFor I doubted we should ever come back.And I should be telling this with a sighSomewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in the wood, and I-I took the one more travelled byAnd that has made all the difference.