It's give and it's take

Excerpt from THE GREEN DOOR- O. Henry

Suppose you should be walking down Broadway after dinner, with ten minutes allotted to the consummation of your cigar while you are choosing between a diverting tragedy and something serious in the way of vaudeville. Suddenly a hand is laid upon your arm. You turn to look into the thrilling eyes of a beautiful woman, wonderful in diamonds and Russian sables. She thrusts hurriedly into your hand an extremely hot buttered roll, flashes out a tiny pair of scissors, snips off the second button of your overcoat, meaningly ejaculates the one word, "parallelogram!" and swiftly flies down a cross street, looking back fearfully over her shoulder.

That would be pure adventure. Would you accept it? Not you. You would flush with embarrassment; you would sheepishly drop the roll and continue down Broadway, fumbling feebly for the missing button. This you would do unless you are one of the blessed few in whom the pure spirit of adventure is not dead.

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Why is your adventure dead, why don't you see it?
What I would give to read your mind.
It's like you can't decipher a single thing.
And I don't understand why you're doing it.
Put her down once and for all, for your sake.
They told me I don't have patience,
so what am I doing waiting on you?
I'm there and you're here.
It's give and it's take.
Catch this glimmer before it's gone.