do i dare to eat a peach?

i've always liked this poem, in the friendly sort of way you like a neighbour's dog, maybe, without actually loving it or wanting anything to do with it. But i could never quite relate...

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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. 

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(from 'The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock', T.S. Eliot)

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