And indeed there will be time
There will be time, there will be time
Time for you and time for me
And time yet for a hundred in-decisions
And for a hundred visions and revisions
Before the taking of a toast and tea And indeed there will be time
Do I dare?
And do I dare?
Do I dare disturb the universe? And would it have been worth it, after all?
Would it have been worth while
To have bitten off the matter with a smile
It is impossible to say just what I mean
from the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock 1917 (much pared down)