It seems for the first bit
I was always Gatsby,
Lightly tugging on threads
but never having anything unravel.
I'd march madly through the world
Missing the point, by love I was blind.
Daisy, oh Daisy,
To have her love again
'Twould be divine.
And then I lost my Daisy.
"She" flirted with the idea of a return.
But it never stuck, call it bad luck
Regardless, a lesson was learned.
In Part Three, the now,
Gatsby became Nick.
I saw my own self.
My self drawn hell
And I knew Gatsby
couldn't stick.
And I thought quietly to only myself...
To never return to Gatsby, old sport,
would be quite swell.
This is my most favorite piece of writing ever. haha
Subject matter, of course, my favorite book The Great Gatsby.
Examines how who you are and will be, is always a choice
who you were will never change.
So make good choices :)
