The American Dream
Is to be loved
Is to find your own joy
Or is it the old house
With a white picket fence?
Is it family
Or is it money?
The American Dream
Has changed—
So what is your limit?
“The sky is the limit,”
What if my American Dream
Is to take that dream to the end of the universe.
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