Effortlessly

I feel I'm doing far too little work
To reap the gains that fall into my lap;
I fear that I will wake up with a jerk
To find this all was just a pleasant nap,
And none of what I dreamt has come to pass.
Each seed I sow grows fertilely despite
The lack of water that I feed my grass;
The clothes I wear perpetually stay white
No matter what muck I may roll into;
The hopes and dreams I had, wild and strange,
Have all found an occasion to come true,
Across the depth and breadth of their great range.
So pinch me, but I hope to not wake up,
Lest waking should make empty my full cup.