The American Dream

If I possibly end up on the other side of the country, which is the plan, who am I supposed to go to when those who "raised" me are no where to be found?
And what good is a plan after it's been made and changed?
We dream about our desires until they catch on fire when reality steps in.
I hope you have fire proof clothing because this life burns.
And just like our desires, we need reality to start a fire in our souls.
And after this fire starts, we must figure out where to go.
Where are the directions for life?
Where is the treasure map with the "x" that marks the spot of the American Dream?
Here, my search will start.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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