Do you dare ?

　　Do you dare stay out?
　　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-recking 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