2011 - Day 195

Roll out the red carpet,
Delicate tip toes down the aisle,
Wishing and wanting to shine,
To shine,
Your heart races mile for mile.
The cocoons wait patiently within,
Till concerns outweigh inner bliss,
And reality sets in,
Sets in,
Shed tears for the freedom you'll miss.
Not for those with identity,
Chameleons and phantoms come forth,
Trapped in a bottle forever,
Forever,
To escape follow stars for the North.