Disclaimer: Poem belongs to Frost--not my favorite of his, but I like it just the same-- and characters belong to Kishimoto…
Two roads diverged…
I look back at the choices that I made when I was young and can barely figure out what I'd been thinking.
In a yellow wood…
I left everything that I'd come to care for, everyone that I'd come to love, and for what? A power that wasn't even my own?
But I'd done it. I passed through the forest, chased by the one person I didn't want to see…
Sorry I could not travel both…
We fought, the dobe and I. At the waterfall, already with a reputation for being a place of parting, I tried to kill him. But, I didn't, couldn't. Even then, I think that a little part of me knew…the other reason I was leaving…I didn't want to sacrifice them, him for my power.
Instead, I wanted to sacrifice myself.
And be one traveler…
He didn't stop me, after all. And, I will admit it, at the last moment I refused to kill him. Killing him would have put me on a path I could never leave, and I didn't want that. I didn't want to never see him again…
Long I stood…
And I did, see him again, that is.
He looked just the same, bright and strong, and seeming to surround me.
And stared down one as far as I could…
I look back on the path that took me away from him, and cannot regret it.
To where it bent in the undergrowth…
Because, by now, I've had to admit it, at least to myself.
All roads led me right back to Naruto.