I believe in the green light.
With my mind full of wondrous things. Although they are idealistic,
I chase them still.
And at some times,
my mind shuts down with "I can't" again. My fingers grasp my dreams,
but slip they do.
Here I stand watching the green light flicker,
still there my hopes and my dreams. Chasing them is possible but will it be worth it?
All these things I want and I chase them fast,
the green light staring back always, following it I do.
A/N
Hi, I'm HoneyAndVanillaTea.
This poem is dedicated to the author F. Scott Fitzgerald.
The Great Gatsby is a wonderful book and maybe that's why I write the way that I do.
May I also recommend his short stories, they are full of charm and I just love them.
Hope you guys have a wonderful day.
