Focal Point

I look at my vague hidden dream
Through a shaky microscope
The vision looked like water : clear
It seemed like I had gotten so near.

I got carried away with myself
I danced like a confused elf.
With a push that is a way too hard
I twisted like mad at the control knob.

Too close; the rare image blurred
A problem with my ego, I figured.
I pulled the knob back even worse
Slighting all and muttering a curse.

Too away from the exact point
The dream vanished into a point.
I kept tugging at the focus knob
Bouncing forever without a stop.

It wasn't this hard to just focus
But to see it without making a fuss
And stay put at the focal point-
It seems to ache my every joint.