Cookie-cutter houses lined in pastel dreams, Where reality often is not what it seems. A paper chase, a race that keeps us bound, In the pursuit of the dream, ourselves we’ve found. An eagle’s flight for freedom, yet chained to desire, Fueled by a dream, hearts set on fire. The beacon shines bright, yet in its glaring beam, Lies the unvarnished truth of the American Dream. -Kureshee