Shoelace Freedom

They’d never been tied, forever were loose, Whenever she walked around, Always flapping all over the place, Flip flopping all over the ground, Without a care for the boots they were on, Not caring for their job to be done, Not caring if she walked around really slow, Or if she sped up to a run, Until, one day, they both ran away, Both laces caught a plane off to Rome, Where they both laced through a beautiful shoe, In a place that they now call home.