I know I'm weird like that, but every time I see a picture of a beaten path in deserted woods I just can't help but think it:
"I smell an ambush".
Whoa... and I thought I was weird for thinking
T[SIZE=-1]WO[/SIZE] roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel both...
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.