The American Dream Poem by Jaime ReyesHildel
The American Dream
The hubble tells us where we ought to be.
the dreams moved out west,
into outer space.
the dreams always been higher then i feel seems,
higher then i feel seems,
higher than i feel.
the gold has run dry,
the lakes and streams
and the rivers have run dry,
but its all so high above my head
if only i could touch the sky
its where i want to be
its so much higher,
then i feel i can be
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