You’re trying to put tasks in order.
You have plans, but you’re patient enough
To know things must happen in sequence,
So you chomp your lip hard and act tough.

Then you work, work, work, work for that “A Goal,”
That one that just has to come first,
But it won’t budge at all, so you shrink up,
Feeling lonely and weak, without worth.

You have so many dreams, but you’re trapped here;
You can’t crack the door for the lock.
Oh, the things you could do if you pushed through,
But you can’t make it budge and you’re stuck.

You begin to despair and you panic.
The I-can’t-take-much-more shoots out pain.
You’re beaten and broken and empty.
When you peer at the goal, it’s insane.

Don’t despair; things do come for a reason—
You will see that when distance divides.
Don’t waste time; there are things you can do now.
Loose your grip and see what your palm hides.

The seeds that you hold seem so tiny,
Compared to your glorious dream.
But sometimes the small things are bigger,
Than ever you thought or they seemed.

Be content; till the soil; you have something.
You don’t know it yet, but soon you’ll find:
All the plans you conceive aren’t for nothing,
They have roots in a mightier vine.

Work hard on the “C Task” before you,
Though A, B, then C’s what you know.
Don’t slacken your dreams, learn this order:
C, B, A is how this goal may go!