Tennis Shoes Paraded Through My Mind

Tennis shoes paraded through my mind Taking me hostage and tying me up. With laces that seemed longer than most They were designed with neon colors Not one or two, but six or seven. They were prettier than party confetti. I was intrigued by them, for they had minds And opinions and they held secrets. I tried to coax them to tell, but they refused Parading to the music in my imagination Dancing and hopping, skipping and bragging In a lively, happy, unconstructed way I shall be a tennis shoe in my next life, I thought. They are revered and loved, and they get to dance. And hop and skip. What could be better?