Thoughts become actions
When conscience grows tired
And chance leaps from habit
Limbs practiced and fired.

This private collection of schemes and enjoyments
Which occupies people in reverie splendid
Spreads spring-loaded seeds of an unfashioned future
Into time-fertile soil to grow wild and untended

The mind is a child whose only ambition
Is faithful devotion without contradiction
And serving the pleasures of long-ago wishes
When timing seems right and the setting propitious

The servant commands and the limbs follow orders
While one day the Master lies sleeping
And no longer hidden in ethereal reverie
Seeds long-forgotten explode in reality

Thoughts become actions
When conscience grows tired
And chance leaps from habit
Limbs practiced and fired.