So many worlds, so much to do, so little done, such things to be.

"I have so many achievements"

I have so much of desire that desire itself is my fulfillment.

I have many things to do. I hope, I would come again to complete my work.

I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things to be.

For every action, there’s an infinity of outcomes. Countless trillions are possible, many milliards are likely, millions might be considered probable, several occur as possibilities to us as observers—and one comes true.

For I have promises to keep;
and miles to go before I sleep.

I am doomed to an eternity of compulsive work. No set goal achieved satisfies. Success only breeds a new goal. The golden apple devoured has seeds. It is endless.

There are infinite possibilities.

I have already enjoyed too much; give me something to desire.

My wants are many, and, if told, Would muster many a score; And were each wish a mint of gold, I still would want for more.

I am large, I contain multitudes

El bosque es hermoso, oscuro y profundo. Pero tengo promesas que cumplir, y millas que recorrer antes de dormir. Y millas que recorrer antes de dormir.

Words cannot describe all the things I have left to write