In this strange journey called Life,
I want to be that lonely stranger,
Traveling yonder to some strange land,
Meeting some strangers on the go,
Getting someone to know,
Falling in love with some,
Giving a part of me to some,
Be the happy memory for some.
I want to be that lonely traveler,
Standing in the yellow woods,
Where the two roads diverge,
And I want to choose the one
Less traveled by;
Not to make any difference,
But to be different from the rest.
I want to be the only person on a beach,
Watching the setting sun in the west,
Plunging into the depths of the ocean
While I lie on the sand.
I want to be alone when I stand,
In the midst of nowhere
Looking up at those distant stars,
With a satisfied smile on my lips,
I would then contemplate the bliss,
Of living the lonely life.