I pull back my arrow of life.
I aim at my target.
But what is that?
Have I truly felt it before?
The American Dream.
Nonexistent for you.
For me? A wife, kids, A house.
My parents retirement.
I need a chance.
It’s almost impossible.
A road filled with mountains,
Not speed bumps.
I’ll travel far, driving through them.
I haven’t arrived.
But someday? Yes.