We are not soon going to be on our way.
There seems to be a delay. We may not today go. We may not go today.
Are we going to go anywhere? I think no.
I hate this not knowing. I hate this not going.
I don't think so, because of the snow.
Sitting in a chair, would rather be there, than here. I have fear.
There's nothing to do. I'm really blue. Nothing to with play.
A long time here, I fear we'll have to stay.
Despite, all this money, we did pay.