writing (Poem) The New World

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Note: This poem is about a trend that persists to this very day. It's about the wish to emmigrate to a land of opportunities called "America". Also, this poem is quite short, which is unusual for me.

 

Living a simple life in this broken place,

I wish to reach new heights to a state of grace,

Poor with a butter knife, looking for new space,

I need a shining light to bright up my face

 

I dream of a life filled with hope,

I need of my own dreaming jump rope

 

Time to get up now and see how much I can take,

Stop wasting time feeling down, I want my slice of the cake,

I'm feeling pretty confident of how much money I'll make,

This isn't just greed of a clown, this merely for my sake

 

There's a new world wating for me,

Is this all an illusion? We shall see,

My body's aching to be forever free

Wher I become what I could I could never be

 

I dream big yes, I dream big too,

But I just can't suppress the fact I've got nothing to lose,

My life in this place is a big mess so I'll go to a free place to use,

I'm moving to the wild west, it's a possibility I can't refuse