I sent out a task for tomorrow at two,
Thinking Dwight-Then will remember it true.
Yet intentions alone don’t carry much weight—
My message may vanish before reaching that gate.

 

In order to reach Dwight-Then at that time,
My message must sound up then like a chime.
But more than intent—what matters is this:
The task must arrive with a motive and bliss.

 

If Dwight-Next sends orders, cold and severe,
Then Dwight-Then may groan when that moment draws near.
I won’t want to do what my planner once said,
If the plan feels like drudgery filling my head.

 

So the planner must think with creative finesse,
What tone will inspire, what form will impress?
Let’s make it easy, let’s make it fun,
When the clock says it’s time for me to begun.

 

My system must catch it—Todoist, a card,
A calendar ping or alarm standing guard.
But structure alone isn’t fully the key—
Plans must come packaged with a passion to be.

 

In order to reach Dwight-Then at that time,
My message must sound up then like a chime.
But more than intent—what matters is this:
The task must arrive with a motive and bliss.

 

Workflowy and timers and Google in sync,
Each plays its part—but the planner must think.
He must not just target but design if for fun,
Making Dwight-Then happy as he plays in the sun.

 

For time travel works when both sides align,
And doing feels right when it comes to that time.
So Dwight-Next, the planner, must build and compose
With insight into how Dwight-Then loves to flow.