The American dream,
lost and found.
Wondering what to do next,
when working hard,
being fair,
being honest,
no longer seems to matter.
The truth of the matter is,
the American dream,
belongs only to the lucky,
the strong.
To those who are willing to play whatever game needs to be played.
The American dream,
lost and found.
Pretending that it really doesn’t matter,
that we all have to do something,
anything,
that will keep us from thinking how hard life really is.
How unfair.
How some of us will go through life,
unnoticed,
unannounced,
unloved.
Who can bare it?
The American dream,
lost and found.
How many of us,
are working at jobs that we hate.
Leaving us numb beyond words.
Daydreaming to the point of being ridiculed.
It is the only thing that keeps me sane.
The American dream,
lost and found.
The masses worship success,
and the losers are quickly forgotten.
For every big winner,
how many big losers are their?
God only knows.
The American dream,
lost and found.
Captured,
if only for the moment.
Seen in other people,
that will soon forget who you are.
It is nothing,
unless you are willing to believe it.