The long lost path

I am so certain that I'ld bag the golden glowy cup! But what if I catch a cold? What if I am not that bold? Is this what they call “pessimism”? But I am told that god injected me with “narcissism.” When two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Frost thought of his own good. But aren't I meant to be liberal? When the whole world around me runs feral. I am going for a run- around the snowy- dewy park. What if I won't run anymore? What if the naughty little Linda bites me? Do I care when the track itself is a long lost path? -with the darkest green grass.