runaways runway

she daydreamed of model calls
and auditions
she always wanted to be an actress
or a singer
or a star
she idolized those who spread their wings across runways
and flew to their dreams
she had
ambitions of glamour
visions of runways
surrounded by those who would
take her dreams and nurish her soul
she daydreams of designers
requesting her by name
living life trapped in pseudonyms
she wanted to be what designers created for
but
one bad model call
led to one bad audition
her dreams led to nightmares
and nightmares became her reality
she went from
standing on stage
waiting to show the world
how beauty ran the runway
to standing under streetlights
waiting for someone to call her desire
she used to walk with pride
each step just as fierce as the last
wanting the world to know style
but now she walks in shame
hoping no one would recognize her face
her
runway was now fifth street
her dressing room became an alley
high fashion traded in
for the latest in easy access
she was
everything that the world despised
she sold her soul for fame
and now fame doesnt know her by name
she went from culture
to couture
to clinging to lifes dreams
she would never let them know her real name
because that was all that
seperated this life
from her dreams
she turned fantasy
into reality
and some how lost herself in between
to them she was just another runaway
but this was her soul
this was her last show
her last stage
her last runway
this was her last walk to fame
this was her reality
she was a survivor
this was her idol
she was americas next top model
and this was her runway
this was her real world
this was her life
this was her dream...
(quiet da artist/copyright 2005)