Shall I Pursue


You are the dream, the American dream,
So beautiful but fickle, you mingle only with a few,
You lie to their faces, but no! Not me I have seen you for you.

Oh, how pretty, how lovely they say,
You are here now only to disappear the next day,
What a wicked enchantress you are,
Without shame, you hold them to your spell,
No, I shall not play your deceptive game, you will not make my life a living hell.

How they toil,
How they work, and all for you,
You are a cruel and specious empress, the poor souls, they have no clue
You lie to their faces, but no! Not me I have seen you for you.

Like moths to a bulb you lure men toward you with the promise of happiness and satisfaction,
I waver,
Do I fall victim to these, your attractions?
Miss Dream, Miss Dream,
For your deceit mine eyes are keen.

Your skin a honey gold, and your eyes, what riches do they behold,
Shall I be so bold as to chase after you?
You lie to our faces, still, perhaps, perhaps some of it’s true,
Oh Miss Dream, Miss Dream what to do with you, what to do.

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