My American Dream
I’ll buy a wooden house in the jungle
surrounded by coconut trees.
I’ll rent it out to tourists and travel
whenever my feet get itchy.
I’ll wake each day at sunrise
to the sounds of monkey screams.
I’ll spring out of bed with excitement
and run into the sea.
I’ll always wear flowers in my hair
and let my skin be kissed by the breeze.
I’ll live on coconut and mangos
fresh fish and organic greens.
I’ll ride my bicycle everywhere
and wave to people in the street.
I’ll meet a man who travels the world
who isn’t afraid to dig deep.
I’ll stay with him and be loving and loyal
but I can still be free.
I’ll chant in caves and climb up cliffs
and never mind if I get dirty.
I’ll live with the purpose of showing the world
that life can taste so yummy.
I’ll book a flight to a faraway land
to wander and get lost deliberately.
I’ll find myself in foreign cultures
and remember that I hold the key.
I’ll let the universe abundantly provide
everything that I need.
I’ll come back often to my jungle home
where life just feels so easy.
I’ll watch every sunset and thank the stars
for letting me be this happy.
What can I say that’s what I call
my American Dream.