My Misunderstood American


Go alone, grow alone or fail alone.
We miss the togetherness,
we miss the contact.
We miss the love and time we can't get back!
We run from apologies,
and run to technology.
We run to our fate, or get consumed by hate!
The fear of the future,
the fear of the unknown.
But when I look further,
Oh my how we've grown.
My Misunderstood American this
isn't the End!
When one story ends...another begins.

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