I was 5 years old when I first stepped onto this land of the free
America, the place that I heard was the best place to be
To live a better life to become better beings
To chase the American Dream to provide for our family, the finer things
The world tells us wealth and power is the number one
But is that what really provides us the happiness at the end of our run?
What really is the American Dream?
Tainted by our materialistic desires, we believe that worldly success transfers into content
But will we really forever be at peace with just these tangibles present?
To achieve this American Dream means long hours at work away from our families and friends
To hear everyday, “Daddy, will you be able to make my recital?”
Or, “Honey, come home early today. Please.”
To buy the family hundred dollar Nikes and thousand dollar Louis Vuittons
But to have lost the word, “family” in its entirety
No, this isn’t my American Dream
The media tells us, Just Do It, and we’re all individuals but we’re all part of a movement
Pressured by the media to buy what we can’t and to be who we aren’t
In a world of rich be rich and poor be poor,
We can never be content with just the objects of this world.
True moments of happiness occur between family and friends
To gain all of the world’s objects is in no comparison to the bond that a family holds
To continue this spiritual value against the tangibles that will one day no longer be
To earn self-confidence in the goodness of the future generation
For this is my American Dream.