Procrastination is a crime

Things are going smooth,as they always have been,
And they will always be,if I walk with my target unseen,
At times I console myself,I m not the only one lagging,
But are the others fools,those who keep on bagging,
For me ,my slumber seems to be the greatest pleasure,
But then,who will go in search for the real treasure,
My treasure lies in holding the hand that weeps,
Not because they donot have handkerchieves,
But because they spend nights awake that one soundly sleeps.