"Gatsby's Green Light": An Original Poem
How can a man so lost
Be so sure of his destination?
How can a man who so surely severed
The shackles of his past
Be so bound by them?
The world has not turned for this man;
He stands in the silhouette,
Behind the daybreak,
And is never touched by the light of day.
Sharp smiles, bright futures, old hats
Green lights
Who dreams of today?
Who can see
Through the glaring green shade?
In a world bathed in a bright green glow,
Who can see the stars?
Who can see the reds, the blues, the yellows?
What is there to see, but
Green?
A world of one color--
A world of no color--
Is a solid, wasted world
That never reaches day.
Be so sure of his destination?
How can a man who so surely severed
The shackles of his past
Be so bound by them?
The world has not turned for this man;
He stands in the silhouette,
Behind the daybreak,
And is never touched by the light of day.
Sharp smiles, bright futures, old hats
Green lights
Who dreams of today?
Who can see
Through the glaring green shade?
In a world bathed in a bright green glow,
Who can see the stars?
Who can see the reds, the blues, the yellows?
What is there to see, but
Green?
A world of one color--
A world of no color--
Is a solid, wasted world
That never reaches day.