He had come such a long way
And his dream must have seemed so close
That he could hardly fail to grasp it
But he did not know
That it was already behind him
The orgastic future
That year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then,
But that’s no matter
Tomorrow we will run faster
Stretch out our arms farther
For that one fine morning
So we beat on
Boats against the current
Borne back, ceaselessly
Into the past
J. Gatsby
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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