Oh, the Places You'll Go!

Oh, The Places You'll Go!

Do you dare stay out

Do you dare go in

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 break-necking pace

And grind on for miles across weirdish wild space,

Headed I fear, toward a most useless place.

The Waiting Place

For people just waiting.

Waiting for a train to go

Or 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 no

Or waiting for their hair to grow.

Everyone is just waiting.

Waiting for the fish to bite

Or waiting around for Friday night

Or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake

Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break

Or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants

Or a wig with curls

Or Another Chance.

-Dr. Seuss