Aspirations

February 6, 2018

I don’t understand the American Dream

It really makes me want to scream.

We climb an imaginary ladder of success

Despite the entire process being worthless.

We push and shove to get to the top

But we never know when it’s time to stop.

We strive to climb higher and higher

And call everyone above us a thief or a liar.

The road to the top will never end

So why do we compete and ignore our friends?

So we strive and strive to rise above

And we often lose sight of the ones we love.

True success is never measured in how much we spend

But in how someone describes you when talking to a friend.

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