Do you dare to stay out
Do you to go in?
How much can you lose?
How much can you win?
And if you go in,
Should you turn left or right?
Or right and three-quarters?
Or maybe not quite?
You can get so confused that you will start to race;
Down-long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace,
And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space;
Headed I fear towards a most useless place;
The waiting place.
For people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go,
Or for a bus to come,
Or a plane to go,
Or the mail to come,
Or the rain to go,
Or the phone to ring,
Or the snow to snow,
Or a string of pearls,
Or a pair of pants,
Or a wig of curls,
Everyone is just waiting
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
Or waiting around; for a yes or a no,
or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting.
Oh, the Places You’ll Go!
(From the motion picture: Fracture)
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