Fracture

Do you dare to stay out?
Do you dare 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'll start in to race...
Down long wiggled roads
At a neck-breaking pace,
And grind for miles
Across weirdish wild place.
Headed I fear,
To a most useless place...

The waiting place.
For people just waiting.
Waiting for the train to go,
Or the bus to come.
Waiting for the plane to go,
Or the mail to come.
Or the rain to go,
Or the phone to ring,
Or for the snow to snow,
Or waiting around for a yes or no,
Or a string of pearls,
Or a pair of pants,
Or a wig with curls,
Or another chance.

- from "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss