Cookie-cutter houses lined in pastel dreams,
Where reality often is not what it seems.
A paper chase, a race that keeps us bound,
In the pursuit of the dream, ourselves we’ve found.
An eagle’s flight for freedom, yet chained to desire,
Fueled by a dream, hearts set on fire.
The beacon shines bright, yet in its glaring beam,
Lies the unvarnished truth of the American Dream.
-Kureshee
