Vacilitating

I've all the time in the world, yet,
Still could I perish in a moment.
When with the mundane, how I forget
To mark those treasures Heaven's sent.
Is there no time to spare,
Or am I only just aware
Of how infinitely the 'verse spans?
Oh, have I many plans --
Now or later, I can't decide.
Will they exalt mine, or will they deride?
Is it worth the effort to try and prove
Just how strongly their hearts I move?
Or rather dare I nothing do,
Rest and enjoy what to me remains.
I'll only count, when all is through,
Not the glories but the stains.
I know this. Yet, one must try
To leap a cliff, that one may fly.