Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&nbsp; 
 And sorry I could not travel both&nbsp; 
 And be one traveller, long I stood&nbsp; 
 And looked down one as far as I could&nbsp; 
 To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,&nbsp; 
 And having perhaps the better claim,&nbsp; 
 Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&nbsp; 
 Though as for that the passing there&nbsp; 
 Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay&nbsp; 
 In leaves no step had trodden black.&nbsp; 
 Oh, I kept the first for another day!&nbsp; 
 Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&nbsp; 
 I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh&nbsp; 
 Somewhere ages and ages hence:&nbsp; 
 Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&nbsp; 
 I took the one less travelled by,&nbsp; 
 And that has made all the difference.

Semi - Soul

A weekly pre-sleep, post-thought audio play investigating the nature of latent boredom and the strip-mining of emotional bereavement. 
Semi is written &amp; performed by Mark Simpson, Garth Simmons and Jim-John Harkness, and is produced by Stephen Landerhour for BBC Sounds.