Oh, dreams are so cozy—like pillows of fluff,
All misty and floaty and soft, sleepy stuff.
They drift where they want with no hurry or scheme,
And they never complain if you leave them to dream.
But goals … oh, those goals. They’re a different breed.
They insist that you move, to step up, to take heed.
They tap on your shoulder and whisper, “Now begin.”
And then measure your progress. Did you lose or win?
Your dreams can go on forever. Yes, they surely can.
They won’t complain, interrupt, or alter your plan.
Dreams sit like clouds you can watch in the sky,
Content to keep floating while life passes by.
But goals want a schedule, a set pace, a visible chart.
They tug on your brain, and they tug on your heart.
They say, “Come on now, let’s get something done.”
Goals push for the next step, and then another one.
Dreams ask for nothing beyond wonder and sighs,
For castles in the air and for star-sparkled skies.
But goals are the ladders that reach to those stars.
They turn faraway wishes to things that are ours.
A dream can remain just a dream all your days,
If you tuck it away in a dreamer’s soft haze.
But goals demand sweat and a difficult climb,
Insisting on attention and much of your time.
So dream your big dreams. Oh, yes, dream them well.
But don’t let them snooze like a turtle in its shell.
Turn your dreams into goals with a plan that is clear,
And watch how they head toward what you hold dear.
For dreams become goals when you dare to commit—
When you say, “Now’s the time. I will do it. That’s it.”
Although goals can feel scary, they’ll help you achieve
What dreams can only promise when your don’t believe.
So dream … then get moving. Go start. Take a chance.
Set goals that go marching instead of circling in a dance.
Your dream may stay dreamy your whole lifetime through—
But goals make life real … when the dreamer is you.
