The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock

"And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

(...)

And indeed there will be time
To wonder, ´Do I dare?` and, ´Do I dare?`
(...)
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse."

T. S. Eliot