"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"

I don't know whose woods these are,
The ones I've stopped by in my car.
I can't see the shadows beyond the trees,
And I think I'd like to discover these.
And from afar,
I feel a breeze,
So I climb out and leave my car to freeze.

Before long, day turns to night,
And I'm thinking Robert Frost was right
To not have entered the woods,
But I'm not convinced this isn't good.
Judging by the snow,
This is a path where no others go.

I stayed in the woods so long,
And I heard many a sad bird's song,
Was stalked by many a creature,
Thinking, "I should have listened to my teacher,"
Because Robert Frost had known this was wrong.

And - Is that my car alarm? -
But these trees are too full of charm.
So I walk obliviously through and into self-harm,
Not feeling the threat brushing my arm.

But now I know better,
Like to always take a sweater,
And the road not taken
May make you feel forsaken,
And in every stranger
Is a small amount of danger.
Don't think I'm mistaken;
I'm not all that easily shaken,
But it's easy to be taken
By something lovely, dark, and deep,
Where the wild creatures creep.

And as far as I'm concerned,
If there's one thing I learned,
Each lesson is learnable,
Every bridge burnable,
All tables are turnable,
And nothing ever really gets returned.

Also,
Bad things can be exciting,
And though exciting can be nice,
Nice and bad aren't the same.
But depending on the lighting,
And on the price,
And on the game,
And on how well you play,
Nice and good could also be two different ways.