Red Carpet Dreams & Dilemmas

The red carpet waves toward me,
a crimson sea parting—
a flawless direction, they say,
the way I’m meant to go.
But where, oh where, does this carpet ride lead
when the cameras stop flashing,
when the glitter turns to dust?

Take me somewhere
away from the blinding lights,
from the endless applause
that drowns out my thoughts.
Take me on the weekend
of my frustration,
where I can slip off this mask
and be more than just a name.

The carpet unfurls,
a road I’m bound to follow—
but each step grows heavier
as doubts creep in like shadows.
They call me flawless,
yet inside I’m unraveling,
wondering if this ride
is truly mine to take.

For the lights may be bright,
but they never show the cracks—
the places where I’ve stumbled,
the pieces I can’t put back.
I’m chasing something real
beneath the painted smiles,
a truth that doesn’t fade
with every passing mile.

So take me somewhere
where the carpets are threadbare,
where no one expects me
to always be right.
Take me where I can breathe,
where I can finally see
beyond the red velvet curtain
to the heart that’s still me.