"Do you dare 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 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 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."
* Lembrei-me desta deixa do filme "Fracture"!
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