T.S. Eliot

Mr. Eliot, your poem has perpetually been on my mind. So I think I will share the particular part that has been popping up in my brain. I might have taken this a little out of context, but that's ok right? I'm allowed to do that. I've cited my sources :)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T.S. Eliot

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.

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And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Time to turn back...