Everyone is just waiting...
You will come to a place
where the streets are not marked.
Some windows are lighted.
But mostly they're darked.
A place where you could sprain
both your elbow and your chin!
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?
Or go around back
and sneak in from behind?
Simple it's not,
I'm afraid you will find,
for a mind-maker-upper
to make up his mind.
You can get so confused
that you'll start in to race
down long wiggled roads
at a break-necking pace
and grind on for miles
across weirdish wild space,
headed, I fear,
toward a most useless place.
...for people just waiting.
Waiting for a train to go
or a bus to come,
or a plane to land
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 waiting for their hair to grow.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for uncle Jake
or a pot to boil,
or a Better Break
or a string of pearls,
or a pair of pants
or a wig of curls,
or Another Chance.
Everyone is just waiting...