What's it like in the American Dream?
It's fuzzy, a rainbow, and free...
In the nebula a jubilee of color, light,

And industry...
Bound...

Within the confines, only free to expand
Upon thyself where expansion is needed.
And the gold rush of time needed,
For a melting pot of double standards,
Joy,
And hippos.

We must depend on eachother, for I swear this... To be so...