Webbed laces.

If we all eat fish together 

It won’t matter whom we kiss

As whales search for seed lay cast 

as Amber grist On the shoreline.
I saw a motivational speaker the other day 

That told me if i stare at my shoes laces

They Will still come undone 

Like The options for life that are on a 

Refilled vendor and teas are Twenty pence.
Like all distractions some  are easily spent 

as is counting the Cost of extracting wisdom 

From three to four.
The unfinished story’s of moth eaten ending

With only pages left to learn as the the lecturn

Is raised to burns toasting vines.