Perfection and Petrification

A high mountain looms outside my window, Its summit calls for me to climb; But when I think of how much time I must grant to reach that goal sublime, I told the mount, "I'm afraid I must decline." It called to me again the other day, Said I could get there, if only I'd try; But then I considered the work I'd need to apply How many steps I had to take to touch the sky, I curled in my bed and began to cry So it spoke to me one final time While I lie on the ground, wasting away "See what you've done! You've let the dream decay! And what for? To engage in frivolous play?" Without excuse, I have no words to say Such is the epitome of contradictions Bigger dreams begat procrastination And too great an ambition kills motivation And in the desire to reach perfection I found instead the chains of dilapidation