The American Dream

I believe we are all on a quest against time,
to find meaning in our lives,
but each of us have a disadvantage
with unequal beginning,

To say we are equal,
Is just a play on an appeal,
To our political preference,
of the free market system,

To get ahead we race to the top,
using technology hand and hand,
while our decisions,
often crush our unknown friends,

The blue collar worker,

Now obsolete,
their anger grows,
voices now more irate
and make way for a socialist plan,

I found,
what is fair in life,
will always ride the tide,
of our collaborative thinking,
of whats allowable in a capitalist machine,

The best we can hope for,
is to carve out,
a piece of the pie,

and find one love,
to grow old with,

like two roses in a vase,
vibrantly fading,
until the sunsets.