Never before the wandering eyes of the world have I laid my foot upon it’s stage with a genuine smile, and yet here I stand on sturdy legs and heavy feet for I am fulfilled beyond the expectations of others.  However, the eyes in the back of my head are cloaked in contempt and longing for the chance to reach toward that which to the naked eye is unobtainable.  During the stormy nights and high, churning tides of the sea, there is but a glimmer of hope for me- a message in a bottle written by the hand of one who is not yet printed upon that page.  Do my eyes deceive me?  Do my legs prevent me from reaching the words which hold the hope of something more?  Should I reach out and grasp it or become accustomed to standing firmly in place with a smile?  Is there enough in this world to allow happiness to emanate from my being or shall I ask for more and threaten the glisten of what already exists?  The lights begin to shine upon the crowd of watchers, of attendees, and of those passing by, and their applause steadies me in place- allowing just once for a roar of appreciation to overpower the desire to lift my feet and flee toward potential.