Among Oft-trodden Ways

As I was walking on a rough road; dusty-muddy and tiresome I came upon a bifurcation. I turned around and looked about to see my giant castle which I well knew and chose to occupy no more: unwholesome with dark dungeons. So I turned back and looked ahead the two oft-trodden ways.

O’ fake sages,
Is not there a third way?

“YES, Turn Around And Come Back.”