This poem is sort of an outsiders view of America (I from Toronto) and how the American dream (always being a winner, having a big house and luxuries etc.) doesn’t always happen and then people feel like failures. This isn’t an insult to Americans so please don’t be offended.

America
It peppers our meals---
And we eat up this "dream,"
this fantasy world,
this wonderful ignorant bliss.
Dreamin’ you ask?
No.
Living on the beat the world
tells us to live for.
And when the music fails to reach
The crashing crescendo
we stand still
Watching the trains go by---
missing the ride.
I have to admit,
I was concerned about it---
Consumed by it and lost in it.
But now that I am
Finally awake
I know my world can exist
without this "dream."
Natalie B