And indeed there will be time
        To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?”
        Time to turn back and descend the stair,
        With a bald spot in the middle of my hair —
        (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”)
        My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
        My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin —
        (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”)
        Do I dare
        Disturb the universe?
        In a minute there is time
        For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.