Dream on

Oh, the wonderful things that I think of to do,
if only I could find the time.
How I'd travel, produce and see it all through,
when the order of life is sublime.

It seems, though, that efforts can only bear fruit,
when I place each foot on the ground,
and move it in sequence, good sense to compute,
progress step by step, known and sound.

Though dreams are just lovely and begin the plan,
it's order and effort that wins.
So, I'll begin to apply this as soon as I can,
Not cling to my put-offing sins.