Bright sunlight peels away at my skin;
Burning and blistering my only buffer
Against the outside world.
~
For what now do I have to protect?
My fanciful reverie, starting at the sky,
Now that Tom's accusations have been hurled?
~
Glancing towards the sun, I reflect
That it's nearly autumn, the singing of
The birds soon to leave above.
~
Everything will depart; will fall away.
From spring to summer to fall to winter.
Leaves spiraling away, reminding me of...
~
No, Gatsby! Daisy's love will last!
Remember what has gone before,
The love we've always had.
~
Remember the day before my departure,
Holding Daisy in my arms...
Love withstanding despite the moment sad.
~
And what of Tom?
Just foolishness, she never loved him.
Just passing romance, just trite desire.
~
Daisy is with me always
Despite all of this, she's still here.
Not in form, not now, but always lasting fire.
~
Yet, all that fills my mind now
Is not the sun looming in the sky
But a bright green light burning in the dark.
~
Has it come back to haunt me more?
Ever pulsing as I float and drift
Towards my constant goal, my love, my lark?
~
Haven't my 'riches' done quite enough?
To ease this pounding within my heart;
To earn her love, to earn her trust?
~
My persistent fantasy, my lasting hope...
Has her splendor finally been within my grasp to part once more?
My dreams to search again if they must?
~
One flicker of hope rouses consciousness
As movement startles me from my thoughts.
The butler, presumably, to dismiss my silly fabrication.
~
"Did you get any calls, old sport?" I casually remark,
As I turn my head to glimpse
The one who holds my predestination.
~
Only then do I reflect,
Through my last glimpse of light,
The truth behind my actions.
~
Lying and deceit unravels;
The fuel to power my dream of love,
The fuel to kindle its destruction.
~
Still, the green light glows midst this fault
While the leaves start to fall
And the world becomes silent.
Burning and blistering my only buffer
Against the outside world.
~
For what now do I have to protect?
My fanciful reverie, starting at the sky,
Now that Tom's accusations have been hurled?
~
Glancing towards the sun, I reflect
That it's nearly autumn, the singing of
The birds soon to leave above.
~
Everything will depart; will fall away.
From spring to summer to fall to winter.
Leaves spiraling away, reminding me of...
~
No, Gatsby! Daisy's love will last!
Remember what has gone before,
The love we've always had.
~
Remember the day before my departure,
Holding Daisy in my arms...
Love withstanding despite the moment sad.
~
And what of Tom?
Just foolishness, she never loved him.
Just passing romance, just trite desire.
~
Daisy is with me always
Despite all of this, she's still here.
Not in form, not now, but always lasting fire.
~
Yet, all that fills my mind now
Is not the sun looming in the sky
But a bright green light burning in the dark.
~
Has it come back to haunt me more?
Ever pulsing as I float and drift
Towards my constant goal, my love, my lark?
~
Haven't my 'riches' done quite enough?
To ease this pounding within my heart;
To earn her love, to earn her trust?
~
My persistent fantasy, my lasting hope...
Has her splendor finally been within my grasp to part once more?
My dreams to search again if they must?
~
One flicker of hope rouses consciousness
As movement startles me from my thoughts.
The butler, presumably, to dismiss my silly fabrication.
~
"Did you get any calls, old sport?" I casually remark,
As I turn my head to glimpse
The one who holds my predestination.
~
Only then do I reflect,
Through my last glimpse of light,
The truth behind my actions.
~
Lying and deceit unravels;
The fuel to power my dream of love,
The fuel to kindle its destruction.
~
Still, the green light glows midst this fault
While the leaves start to fall
And the world becomes silent.