The Dreamer of West Egg

Upon Long Island’s shore, where riches play,

A mansion glows with music, wine, and light.

Yet Gatsby stands apart, both night and day,

In search of love that vanished from his sight.

He built his world on whispers from the past,

Each party thrown, a plea to draw her near.

But time, once gone, is never held or fast,

And Daisy’s truth was never quite so clear.

The green light burns across the moonlit bay,

A symbol of the hope he dares to chase.

Though fortune smiles, it leads his soul astray,

A gilded mask upon a hollow face.

So dreams collide with life, and drift away—

Great Gatsby falls, while shadows softly stay.