Magnify Glass

Somehow I see myself in this close up illusion.
Thinking it could be too good to be true.
Trying to wait for that perfect opportunity, that perfect moment, and my time to bloom.
What I aim for is so nearsighted.
Like taking the magnification times 20 percent
All I can see is what is legible to me unable to touch it
Or use any of my senses.
Except the illusion of sight that it.
With that, my dreams can not take flight.
Even with the ingredients of hardwork.
An ounce of honesty, and a tablespoon of dedication.
Living off what I know .
Letting it marinate for 365 degrees a year.
But I always shed a tear.
Seeing life through a nearsighted terminal.
Keeping tight and bottled up like a long-sleeved thermal.
I try to understand life at every angle but all I see is what I am to achieve.
Time in a subtle hourglass.
But somehow or until I get what I deserve.
I am seeing life through a magnifying glass, able to see but untouchable.