The Slight Edge

I dream of wide,
And I dream of deep,
In wakeful hours,
And with eyes asleep;
I dream of high,
And I dream of far:
I sideline the Moon
To aim for the Star!
But perfect planning
With little action,
It will never give
Much traction.
So I start from Earth,
And aim for the Moon,
The stars will follow,
Then the galaxies soon.