Lace a lasso as leather fails,

as used amusement steps.

A constant staircase,

as vague as swimming

alone.

Threadly threatened thouroughly,

in an unwilling lament, tragically.

A pair of green shoes,

as statues in the grass,

steady.

Feed my feet, fatigue.

Won't need no new ones.

An intrigued toe,

as a giant foe,

unchained.

Written wheat, lacking wit.

Won't open, the lit leak.

A delighted friend,

calling on my name,

as he recognizes

myself

by my steps

of walking

in my shoes.