My misunderstood USA 2020


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

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