I dream of a society Where the ideals of beauty Are less focused on superficial concepts like one's waistline Or how decrepit their smile lines made them appear But rather one where the focal point of unanimous adoration is, As corny as this may sound, One's morals and where they land on the gradient of human compassion
In this utopia, The elderly aren't seen as catalysts for repugnance and a wrinkling of noses But rather as symbols of eruditeness and beauty The type of beauty that influence or money can't obtain
And it may be conceivable that instead of wasting my days squandering over my physical appearance, I can just fritter away the days Strumming my ukulele along to the tune of my American dream
For I have yet to actually awaken from my adolescent slumber Breifly enough to grasp my dream from the bubble floating above my resting head And nestle it securely in my pocket So it doesn't forgo me In search of someone less complacent with bewilderment about their future Who dreams of social and economic prosperity Instead of someone who's apathetic at best about whatever career choice they've chosen for the week
Maybe that's just it That maybe I don't want the conventional American dream of fame or fortune or recognition Is it feasible that maybe my American dream isn't to rise from sqaulor into a soulless mansion Whose corridors boast success But lack warmth and presence?
I suppose that my American dream encompasses more than just America itself It lives in the eyes of every human being on the face of the earth It's nestled in the gaze of a starving child And the stare of anyone who's ever felt a tongue's razor edge And all I'd have to do is delve into their eye sockets and plant a seed A seed of hope and compassion Or whatever I deem fit
Perhaps I just want to shield myself From the world's disapproving glances, Those fleeting moments of eye contact that convey condescending judgement Maybe I'd just like to make a difference to things sans the media’s snide opinion But despite my juxtaposition to society's critical assessments, I know that I can't run away from my fears or problems
So maybe I dream of a society Where I can remain headstrong even in the face of opposition Because I'm aware that not everyone's going to love each other And spout sweet nothings about peace and understanding from their hind quarters So maybe I'd like to help be a driving force That wards off the world's shadows So the sun can continue to shine on my American dream
My friend helped me write this for my Language Arts class, and so I thought I'd put it here.