The American Hustle
The American Hustle
Opportunity, Lust, Possibility.
A sharp sting of poison seeping through your veins,
Disguised as everything you’ve ever wanted.
Pushing, Striving, Risking.
Not an appetite for more, but a hunger.
An overwhelming inclination for further shores,
Overriding your senses for just a taste,
Subconsciously morphing into a brutal addiction.
One so strong that no one could ever imagine being stolen from them,
Let alone allow.
A struggle, a fear, an impulse.
Aspiring to be something, to be someone,
Tearing apart anyone and anything in your path.
A desire for the American dream,
A prison almost impossible to escape,
The American Hustle.
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