fracture
do you dare stay out? do you dare go in?
how much can you loose? 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 wiggles roads at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles accross 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 waiting around for a yes, or a no, or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or another chance..
oh! the places you'll go!
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