#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.

Thousand rocks that leaps and keep us swinging
thousand nightfalls we thought we've seen.
Rivers to the west that we saw flowing
are just the memories we call sin.