"The Holocaust was complete"
Some dreams are too big to do on your own, but they're too precious for you to let go. So you do all you can to make them come true- even if it means hurting others and changing your own rules. You saw the chance and grabbed it with both hands because even if it chips away your soul your dream comes that much closer. You see the money grow and try to blend in with the rest but they feel it, they see the difference between you and them.
"He's a bootlegger," they theorize between themselves, "He killed a man once," they whisper behind their hands. Because even though your fantasies blind you from their stares, you can't fool them, your morals are not like theirs. But you're too stuck in your head, up in the clouds, and that is a dangerous place to be in for too long.
Others see it, they try to pull you back. They warn you not to dwell in the past but you're too lost to listen to them, even if deep down you realize it as the truth. But it can't be because it would mean that all your troubles had been for nothing. So you stubbornly go on and say to all that listen, "You can't repeat the past…Why of course you can!" but the past is the past and dreams are supposed to stay in your head, but no one told you that and now you're in too deep.
Dreams and reality woven so tightly together in your head that you no longer know which is which. And that is dangerous because reality is unforgiving and sooner or later it drags you back, pulls you out from within your head. But you go on unaware though life, through that glistening pool. Unaware of reality's messenger coming at you until you hear the shot, but by then is too late.
And reality sneers, and mocks, and whispers into your cold, cold, ear, "the past is the past and those dreams were always just within your head." And by then you're far gone, up in the clouds where you've always been. Reality has the last laugh and, finally, ''the holocaust was complete."