she is, apart of the dream

the american boy,

who lives the american dream thought today: how life could be without her?
a life without her, is a life without me. we laugh, we joke, we shop, we (she) smoke(s).
a life with her, is a life of pain. we drink, we chill, we talk, we envision.
a future without her, is a life i rather not live.
nor a future with her, is a life i rather live for.

really, though a life with her, is my life unchanged. she has begun joy and pain but both have a very sole purpose of the lessons she has taught me. if in my dream, i had one wish to wish for, it would be: living the american dream, i rather not have another best friend to call my own, unless its ms. lee.

i am just, the american boy, living the american dream