I was waltzing to the jazz
Done everything, leaving no dash
Could see the diamonds
Glistening in my gaze
In bel air,
I was paralyzed with happiness
But the barque of past
Borne back to me
Ceaselessly carrying the mess
With desire that never rest
Thought I was living my best
With the old money vibe
As my facade fave
Then I heard thou name again
My heart bestrew asunder apace
And that moment I knew
I was melancholy stuck
In my old same dreary age.

Daisy, the cheerful flower
Is actually a dead-inside *****
These are the things they don't tell you about the young and beautiful
Gatsby's mind is so clogged with her golden haze
He can't see past her blinding green searchlight
That is ironically placed right outside of his reach
He covers up his despair with grand parties
Elaborate Loneliness
So she'll say, "Oh, Gatsby! I must have you!"
However, the rich only get richer
And the lonely people with the pure dreams die in the end
While the eyes of Dr. T.J. Eckleberg just watch on