A mantis has standen ready for, On the watering can.
Signals on the traffic, although going in and out, to wait in vain.
The way I came and, to turn back, to come off rails go. Or, the way I came and, to turn back, to go off on a tangent.
Three of asterisks, to line up, it will go.
Missing to hit on, to have no sense of crisis, a horse neighs.