unexpected introspective

14/01/2009 by Woodsy.

The following can be regarded as a mindful blurge I came up with after (or during) composing a personal statement for something quite different:

We cannot learn anything new, only remember that which we always knew, and though the keys are hidden from me, I believe there are doorways I haven’t opened and windows I am yet to look through, going forward may not be the answer, maybe I should go back, back to the roots. But then once I have found my way I must (as we all must) consider the following [courtesy of Oh, the Places You’ll Go – by Dr Seuss]:

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.
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 a No
or waiting for their hair to grow.
Everyone is just waiting.
Waiting for the fish to bite
or waiting for wind to fly a kite
or waiting around for Friday night
or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake
or a pot to boil, or a Better Break
or a sting of pearls, or a pair of pants
or a wig with curls, or Another Chance.

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